There is no sweeter sound to me than that of her voice. Whether she's singing along with her favorite songs, reading her books to Nico, calling out my name a million times a day, or having "conversations" with strangers, I can't get enough. WIth confidence and enthusiasm and more than a bit of talent, my little girl knows how to express herself with that lovely little voice.
When her baby squeals began to take on a pattern actual notes at just a few months old, we convinced ourselves that we were hearing things. When she started to gently sing herself to sleep a few weeks later, we were baffled. When she began to join in with her Papa's guitar playing, we knew we were witnessing something magical. Our little girl liked to make noise, and she wasn't half bad either.
Now, months and months later, she awakens with her Papa every morning and they sing along to their favorite albums together. Each time we pass a musician in the subway she stops to dance, and offers an enthusiastic round of applause when their set comes to a close. She talks nonstop with random strangers on the train, making friends everywhere we go. Throughout the day, I try to encourage her to express herself and communicate with everyone she meets. It's amazing how many people are startled, and then thrilled, to look up from their phone on the subway or bus and find a miniature little songstress serenading them. She brightens up faces all over the city, and eagerly blows everyone a kiss on our way out the door.
No, Biet is not shy when it comes to expressing herself. As a more reserved "behind the camera" kind of gal myself, I can only imagine that she inherits this from her Papa. As my second pregnancy now nears an end and I try to take it easy, Biet has been spending more and more time on her Papa's hip. They go out each day together to walk Nico through the city, and return with matching grins across their faces. I imagine them strolling the streets, two characters humming a tune in unison and tipping their hats to everyone who passes. Maybe one day they'll even put an act together. That would make for one proud Mama.
Sing on, my baby girl, sing on.
This post is the fourth installment of the Sakura Bloom Sling Diaries. You can see all previous entries here. I am wearing the Simple Linen Baby Sling in Emerald
