This morning, you crawled up in bed with me and we watched the end of The Phantom of the Opera. You'd never seen it before or heard the music, as far as I know, and I watched as you would stop moving and respond in your own way to the beautiful and powerful music of that show.
After the movie, they played instrumentals of all of the songs, and we stood up and danced around the bedroom, pointing our toes, smiling broadly, spinning in circles, holding hands, tippy-toeing and stretching out our arms--just you and me.
It was, I must say, one of the most beautiful moments I've had with you. And, honestly, sissy, it was one of the most beautiful moments I've ever had. Ever.
There are moments with you--moments that surprise me, moments with just you--that make me realize how SPECIAL you are and how much you mean to me. You are the MOST precious gift from God, my dear one. I value EVERY PRECIOUS MOMENT with you.
One day, I want to take you to see this musical live. And I've no idea how old you will be when I am able to take you, but I hope--and can almost envision as I type--our holding hands and twirling, right out on the front steps to the theatre, smiling broadly, tippy-toeing...
Thank you so much for that Morning Dance.
(I love you so much, Psalm. So, so much.)
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