Growing up, I had 3 brothers and a father who all played guitar in our house. Sometimes they would all play at once, but usually there was at least one guitar being strummed on any given day. While I love guitar and was so proud of each of them, after awhile the noise just became too much for me. So I declared that I would NEVER marry someone who played the guitar. I did marry someone who plays guitar, but he never brings it home. So I felt that I had somewhat kept my vow.
But what I had never even considered was the fact that I might one day have boys who think so highly of their uncles that they too might need a guitar. Our house is loud with the sound of music, but when it comes from my own son, it's a little more tolerable. :) Plus, he sang me a sweet little diddy tonight.
"I love my...momma. I love her. I love her.
She looks so beautiful in the morning.
I love my...momma. I love her. I love her
She always cooks and cleans.
I love my...momma. I love her. I love her.
She tells us that God has big plans for us
And I say...yes.
I...love...my...momma."
Yeah, I think I can tolerate that.
Addis Ababa Time
Posts
6 comments:
And now you know why I did.
Isaac you are an awesome song writer! I can't wait to hear it. I know your Mom loved it.
Now that's just sweet!!!
This post is absolutely adorable!! Put a smile on my face this afternoon! :) What precious kids you have!
That is PRECIOUS! That's a pretty sweet song; I think even I could tolerate that noise!
Oh, I love it!! Great story!
Post a Comment