Based on the song Little Moments by Brad Paisley.
Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard, That pretty mouth say that dirty word, And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into, But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just looked so darn cute, That I couldn't even act like I was mad, Yeah I live for little moments like that
It was so funny that it took everything I had not to laugh. It may not have been my truck but she did back my corvette into… I think a tree… I think. As soon as she did a string of cuss words came out that pretty mouth of hers.
Well that's just like last year on my birthday, She lost all track of time and burnt the cake, And every smoke detector in the house was goin' off, And she was just about to cry until I took her in my arms, And I tried not to let her see me laugh, Yeah I live for little moments like that
She tried so hard to make it perfect. She knew she couldn't cook so she asked Ig for cooking lessons. She still burnt the cake. The funniest part of it was that Ig had enough faith in her that he didn't even make a back up cake. So we settled for a DQ ice cream cake. She didn't cry though.
I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me, And I thank god that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be, It's the little imperfections it's the sudden change in plans, When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holdin' hands, Yeah I live for little moments like that
She tries so hard that sometimes its funny. The thing that I love is the fact that she isn't perfect. I love her imperfections. They make life great. If she was perfect than life would be very very boring. I even remember the time we were in Miami. She had the map. Let's just say that's never happeningagain.
When she's layin' on my shoulder on the sofa in the dark, And about the time she falls asleep so does my right arm, And I want so bad to move it 'cause it's tinglin' and it's numb, But she looks so much like an angel that I don't wanna wake her up, Yeah I live for little moments When she steals my heart again and doesn't even know it, Yeah I live for little moments like that
She has stolen my heart. My angel. Every Friday night when the flock watches a movie she always falls asleep almost exactly the same time my arm does. Those little moments mean everything. Exspesially with my angel, Max.