This weekend we had family movie night. Dave took the girls to pick out a movie. Izzie came back with Care Bears and Emma came jumping in with Hannah Montana the Movie. We never got to the theater to see it so I was excited myself to discover her pick.
We watched the movie and then Saturday Emma starts asking about wanting a guitar. Just so happens that her cool mom has one in the closet that I used to attempt to play when I was in college. I’ve yet to introduce her to it so I figured what a perfect time.
She locked herself up in the guest room for over an hour and out she came with her songs. “I’m a songwriter” she declared.
Song 1 – My dad is a dog. (poor Dave)
My dad is crazy. My dad is nice. He’s like a dog. He’s so Crazy.
Song 2. (thought this one was sweet)
I don’t want my dad to go away. I miss him when he is gone. I don’t want my dad to go away. I miss him when he is not here.
And Song 3 (my favorite)
I see angels protecting me through the night. I love God He is my Holy Father. I will worship him my whole life.
I don’t think she has a future in singing/writing… but in her mind she is the next Hannah Montana. I just smile and try not to laugh. These are the days I don’t ever want to forget. Days when anything is a possibility in their worlds.