Reagan was in the back guest room with his guitar. I had spent my evening shooting all the Bubba's at the WBF and was sitting in front of my computer going through shots, then all of a sudden...
waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
So of course I JUMP from my chair and run into her room to find her 1. flushed cheeks, burning up/sweating because someone had put her to bed in her red fleece polka dotted CHRISTMAS pajamas...? and 2. crying uncontrollably, asking for a drink.
Fever? Doesn't feel that way... OK, maybe she has sweat out every bit of moisture in that little body of hers. Let's change the pj's, get some water, and politely ask Daddy to change rooms since the guitar music seemed to be easily seeping straight through her bedroom wall. Thank you Daddy... he's gone to the bathroom floor now with his music.
If you know my girl though... we got the pj's changed. we got the drink. we got nemo and the ninny and the nuk. She still hears it though...
music? music? daddy? music?
So off we go, to a sweet time of singing her favorite song "How Great is Our God". As you will see, my little aspiring worship leader still has some lessons to learn about wilfully baring her midriff as she sings, but it now seems that the "pio" (pee-o) is not the only instrument that grabs her attention. :) Her voice rang as clear as could be, singing "Naaaame" (above all names) at the top of her lungs in such a way that I'm sure put a smile wide on Jesus' face.
Of course the pictures can do a better job of telling the story than I can...
singing "Naaaaame" at the top of her lungs. :)
3 comments:
That's my girl. Sing it sweetie!!!!
how adorable....and yes, the bare midriff might have to change if she wants to sing a solo in church...lol...too adorable.
I love the way you capture everyday moments with your camera and turn them into memories. Thanks for sharing them with me.
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