Sing away

My Zoe is the singingest child I know. The other day it was pouring rain and we were home alone doing stuff. I think I was cleaning the bathroom and you were playing in your room. I could hear you singing so I went to peek and watch you. There you were, standing up by the window with the Baby Beluga book and singing at the top of your lungs. When I said “nice singing Zoe”, you told me that the rain looked lonely so you were singing to the rain. Another morning you were up with a book singing to Cedarvale. You sang song after song to the bird and I am not sure which one of you enjoyed it more. I think you are such a lovely little girl. Bless you my singer. – Mommy