I needed her

She sings from the time she wakes up until her eyelids droop shut at the end of the day. She can make up a song about anything with an amusingly repetitive chorus. It would be charmingly repetitive if the volume didn't raise to such a decibel that it was difficult to hear yourself think. Her brothers beg her to stop, their begs turn into demands, their demands turn into a random pillow being thrown in her direction. Isn't that the equivalent of rotten fruit being catapulted onto stage? Even so, she doesn't take the hint.

She and I were flying down the highway the other day when I leaned over and turned on the radio. A song that I had never heard before was playing, the beat a little too big for a small person I thought. I began to change it when she vehemently demanded I leave it on. It was then that I noticed the complete euphoria that had enveloped her. "I can feel it beating in my heart," she smiled dreamily.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked. And then she leaned over and whispered despite the fact we were completely alone, encapsulated in a body of steel. "My favorite thing in the world to do is dance" her breath tickled into my ear.

"I already knew that sweetheart. Without you even telling me, I knew."

She leaned back into her seat and began swaying to the beat.

Oh how I love the music she brings to my life.