Here, Hear Miss Lilly

HERE

Lilo & Stitch movie was turned on by Miss Lilly's mother to entertain the kids while we played Euchre.  Silly Lilly likes to sit on the steps about the 5th one up, my head high.  And when an important exciting part came on, she'd squeal, "Come here, GrammyPam, here, here!"  

I'd move as fast as I could (depending on if it was my turn at Euchre) to stand right next to her.  Her little hand rested on my shoulder, my head tilted towards her looking at the tv screen.  Her light touch worked up to my head, particularly my ear.  Under her arm my shoulders were shaking in laughter because at an exciting part she'd grab my head, as if she thought my attention drifted, and she'd clutch harder, moving my head towards the tv screen by putting pressure with her little fingers on my jawline.

HEAR

Miss Lilly is older, she can now sit in a booster car seat, so she got to ride with us, her grandparents, this evening.  We were on our way to Wolfsies Grill.  The men, her father and her grandfather, had conferred in our hallway then announced their decision.  Fine with me.  Wolfsies has good food.  

What to do with a young 'un as we traveled, we cogitated, since she was a girl.  We opted for singing.  John started Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Here I need to tell you that during a choral workshop of my sister's she took John to class as part of her assignment.  The teacher told John he should be a professional singer.  If not, it was like telling the famous tennis player, John McEnroe, not to play tennis.  Wow, high praise.

So, John and I sang the song listening for Miss Lilly to join us.  About 2 lines in she's talking in the back seat but we couldn't discern her words, nor could we see her since it was after sundown, "Grandpas have a bad voice."  What?  What did we just hear her say?  We stopped the song. When she didn't repeat herself we started it up again and finished.  She made herself heard this time, "Boys can't do it right."

She continued talking, "It should sound like this."  

And, finally, what we'd been waiting for -- she sang.

It was sweet.  Her voice is young, and higher pitched.  She sang it very slowly, purposefully, with a hint of Elsa from Frozen.  

I turned on the flashlight on my cellphone, twisted in my seat to turn around to look at her, raised my arm with the light and ...

I saw an angel!

Her face was upturned to the sky, she was leaning forward just a touch from the waist, her arms were out, and her eyes were closed.  Lilly was singing, just like an angel.  

She ended with, "That's how you sing it, Grandpa."