Ring of Fire

On Valentine's Day, I ended up going to the store three different times, all before 2:00 (and forgetting paper towels each and every time - but that's neither here nor there). On the third trip out, I took both kids with me to give Lori a little peace and quiet while she took her shower. On the way home, Carter wanted to sing. For some reason, Ring of Fire popped into my head.

The taste of love is sweet -
When hearts like ours meet.
I fell for you like a child.
Oh, and the fire went wild.

And guess what? She loved it. She tried singing it with me a few times - which was pretty cute, as she had a bigger allotment of enthusiasm than lyrical accuracy - and then started asking me to sing it for her again and again in an increasingly groggy voice. By the time we pulled onto our road she was snoring like a bandsaw.

I fell into a burning ring of fire.
I fell down, down, down, and the flame went higher.
And it burns, burns, burns - the ring of fire.
The ring of fire.

So what do you know? I can actually sing one of my kids to sleep. It's hard to explain if you weren't there (and you weren't), but it was a very sweet moment. The dynamics of being a father-to-a-son and being a father-to-a-daughter are very different. Sean and I have lots of sweet moments too, but the ones I share with Carter are much more frequently of the "awwwwwww" variety. And I love it!