My dad and grandma (his mom) are musicians, and though Calvin doesn't play anything anymore, he has a deep, deep love for it. So I figured our kids would have it in them, even though I don't at all, and Gracie surprised me (so far) with not much interest. In fact, one of the things she repeatedly gets low marks for at school is singing/dancing. Not that they are judging her talent or ability, she just refuses to participate.
Lyla, though, she sat on my dad's lap as a baby and literally put her ear down on the piano as he played. She's always been mesmerized by his guitar. And this picture. I didn't put this picture up here the first time because it was so hilariously, accidentally risque, it almost seemed inappropriate. But now that it's been about almost a year, I feel like she's enough removed from it for it to be OK.
Last week, she started singing "a while ago" over and over again. McMister was getting ready for work and told her to grab that same doggie guitar to play some music along with the first song she ever wrote. When Gracie woke up a few minutes later, she walked in the room as groggy and as grumpy as she does every other morning.
"Play your song for Gracie, Lyla!" he suggested.
I knew Gracie would turn away and huff, upset that Lyla was daring speak to her at a time like that.
But she didn't. She did turn away immediately, but the more Lyla played, the more Gracie's head bobbed, and the bigger her smile grew.
"Play 'A While Ago' again, Lyla," she asked her little sister a million times that day.
"NO!" the typical, too-big-for-her-britches rock star repeatedly replied.
"Did you forget the words?" Gracie asked, honestly.
And finally, the video that I have watched so many times already and will keep on my phone always and forever for times when I'm feeling blue.