Patty found this on Facebook this morning, and I couldn’t wait till evening to share it with you.
Do you sing to your cat? I do. “Walk like a peep, talk like a peep” I sing to Peep the cat. This cat’s name is Bailey, and the little girl is Abby; and the song she sings is You Are My Sunshine. My father used to sing that to me if he had to walk the floor with me at night because I had gas or collywobbles–one of my very earliest memories, and one of the sweetest.
Abby, you are a glimpse into Heaven.
This is among my very earliest memories: my father carrying me in his arms, rocking me, and singing this to me: You Are My Sunshine. And if I tried to sing it now, wit you well, it would make me cry. I dassn’t even play it on my harmonica.
I had these fantods, see, of undefined scary things assembling outside my bedroom window and whispering evilly among themselves, just waiting for me to fall asleep so they could come in and get me. So Daddy had to come and calm me down, which of course he always did.
I hope he knows how much I miss him.
And now I have to stop, because it’s getting to me.
One of my very earliest memories is of my father carrying me in his arms and singing to me–probably because I woke of squawking in the middle of the night. Usually he sang “You Are My Sunshine,” and sometimes “Sweet Violets.” Oh, how dearly I remember that! And this video reminded me of it.
Our Heavenly Father loves us just as much, and He will re-unite us with those who loved us here on earth. I look forward to hearing Daddy’s song again. And I pray he knows that I remember it.
I think this might be my very earliest memory–my father singing this song to me, “You Are My Sunshine,” while rocking me in his arms.
He left out the sad verses.
Do you ever feel like what you really need, just now, is for somebody who loves you, who is very much bigger, stronger, and wiser than you, to pick you up iu his arms and sing to you?
We have a Father in Heaven who can do that, if we let Him.