I sat there looking out at my kids and smiled. This was something that blew my mind like, 'Wow…these are my kids.' It was something that I never really could fathom growin' up. I grew up like all southerners: outside all day, running around, and gettin' scolded. I heard my wife singing to a song that brought me back to all the advice I got growing up.
I got up and walked toward the kitchen and sighed as I stood there listening and watching her sing and cook. I smiled and decided to sing the entire song to my sweetheart. It was a good thing I knew how to sing.
"You could say I'm a little bit crazy
You could call me insane
Walkin' 'round with all these whispers
Runnin' 'round here in my brain
I just can't help but hear 'em
Man, I can't avoid it." I sang as she turned to smile at me and nodded her head to the sound of my voice.
"I hear voices
I hear voices like
My dad sayin' work that job
But don't work your life away
Mama tellin' me to drop some cash
In the offering plate on Sunday
And granddad sayin' you can have a few
But don't ever cross that line
Yeah I hear voices all the time." She sang with me and I wrapped my arms around her as we started to two-step to the song. Her long flowing Mahagony hair shown brightly in the sun filtering in through the windows. I twirled her still singing.
"Turns out I'm pretty dang lucky
For all that good advice
Those hard to find words of wisdom
Holed up here in my mind
And just when I've lost my way
Or I got to many choices." We smiled at each other and I felt myself falling in love with her all over again. I turned to catch my kids watching us smiling. I walked over and picked up my little girl and sang to her.
"I hear voices
I hear voices like
My dad saying quit that team
And you'll be a quitter for the rest of your life
Mama tellin' me to say a prayer
Every time I lay down at night
And grandma sayin' if you find the one
You'd better treat her right
Yeah, I hear voices all the time" My daughter sang and danced with me as I turned my head as I saw my ten year old son dancin' with his mama. Her musical laughter at his way of dancing was so soothing to me as I heard a giggle come from my daughter.
"Sometimes I try to ignore 'em
But I thank God for 'em
'Cause they made me who I am" I twirled my daughter and sang to her as she beamed up at me as I sat her back on her feet.
"My dad sayin' work that job
But don't work your life away
Mama tellin' me to drop some cash
In the offering plate on Sunday
And granddad sayin' you can have a few
But don't ever cross that line
Yeah I hear voices all the time
Yeah I hear voices all the time
All the time" As I finished the song my daughter and her mama were done dancing and they both curtsied to us as I looked to my son and nodded, as we both bowed to the ladies.
"While I thank ya kindly sir for the dance, I've gotta get cookin'. I'm sure my husband is hungry as well as my munchkins." My wife said as she turned back to the food.
"Emmett, take Emily on out back, son. Let her run off summa her extra energy." I said as my two children took off back out the door.
"Why Peter Whitlock are ya tryin' ta get me alone?" My beautiful wife asked looking over at me with a mischevious smile.
"Of course I am Miss Belle." I said as she giggled. I walked over to her and pulled her hair off of her shoulder and kissed her neck softly. "We'll wait till the youngins are sleep."
"Can't wait, honey bee." She said turning back to give me a chaste kiss, before going back to the food.
Got bored again guys. Sappy little love shit is getting to me…
Wheels!