Evie was born in July, and I guess that's why this song by good old Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong popped into my brain when I was trying to come up with songs to sing to her. Throughout the day and into the night I'd carry her close to me, usually wrapped up tight in the baby wrap against my chest, and bounce and sway her to the jazzy rhythms of this tune, so full of soul. I like to think she liked it, regardless of how terrible I actually sounded.
The quote above is from the second verse, and I just found it so beautiful that I had to write it down and hang it up somewhere (currently by my front door). It also served as a sort of built-in pep talk for me because, at the time, Evie cried and screamed the majority of the time. The last thing going on was any rising up and singing by Evie. But I would get to this part and think, Ok, this is my prayer for her and one day she'll do it. One day she'll be full of joy.
And she is, praise the Lord. But I think this will still be my prayer for my little baby bird; that she will be a person who chooses to rise up and sing, no matter what life brings, and to be brave enough to never stop spreading her wings.
*Ah!! So I realized I incorrectly spelled "your" instead of "you're" when I made this (as you can see in the photo). My grammar professor would be so ashamed of me. Just wanted you to know that I recognized the error of my ways and have fixed the actual artwork. I now have a grammatically correct quote on my wall. Sorry!