"How marvelous, how wonderful ..."
As if she realized I was listening to her, she said "I didn't know all the words to that song"
So I pulled it up on Spotify and we sang or way home.
~*~
Now she is planning a concert in the park. As soon as tomorrow, if the weather allows, but someday this week, at the very latest. She doesn't want to miss her chance she says, because her week with the parent who can be talked into such adventures (me) will soon be past.
She thinks she will add her new favorite, 'How Marvelous' to her song list.
"Maybe if I sing it a little more rock-and-roll-ish to match my style? " she wonders aloud
I smirk at the irony she can't see and pull a more contemporary version of " I Stand Amazed (How Marvelous)" up on Spotify.
'Hey, they stole my idea!' she says, as she sings along with Shane and Shane anyway.
."... and my song shall ever be... how marvelous, how wonderful, is my Savior's love for me."
Indeed.
I'll take the singing heart of my child in any style. See?