Last night

I was so tired but I missed my dad so badly. I said to him "if you could come back and tell me anything what would it be?" His voice came into my head and said "I love you very much." How many times must he have said it with that same special tone and inflection that I can still hear it? He was great. Now that I'm in the second year apart from him, I've started comparing my parenting to his. I think about how he sang with me and the other day I started chuckling wondering if he did it to balance out my chatter. I hope my children will always remember singing with me and that I love them. It sounds so little but it's really so much.