A story

I wish that I had a photograph to go with this story, but all I have is an amazing moment that I hope I can describe to you.

Saturday at the fair went well in spite of my runny nose and watery eyes. I ate fantastic barbeque at a friend's place and made it back to my bed just after 10. One dog WAILED in a shrill barky howly way until about 11:30. After that, my sinuses and weird dreams kept me from sleeping much. I decided that I would give myself a break and promised to take it easy on Sunday. I prepared myself for a crummy day.

I sang a couple of songs at my first set when a dad carrying his three year old red haired daughter came in to take a seat. I always take a second to say hi to the young kids. Dad said she saw me and wanted to come listen. I told her we must be sisters because of our matching hair. I sang another song and at the end I heard the dad chuckle and tell the little girl "I don't know, you'll have to ask her." I looked at her and asked what her question was. Dad answered that she wondered if I would sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I told her that I would if she would come sing it with me. She ran up and stepped onto the stage as if I was someone she had always known. I knelt down to her level and she latched onto my right arm. I asked her how the song starts. She shyly mumbled that she didn't know so I suggested that I would start it. She remained glued to my arm while I sang to her. When I finished I told her that that was great. I love that song. She was delighted and went back to her dad and they listened some more.

Those are the moments that make a clogged head and howling dog worth it.