Feeling kind of sentimental today. Turned on my music on my computer at work, and Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band came on. It isn't the name of the title track by the Beatles that brings a guy down when his ladies have been out of town for quite awhile. It is the instant memory of a conversation Emma and I had about the song.

About two weeks ago I was driving with just her in the car. I asked her if she wanted to listen to some music, and her usual response of "no" was given. I was really in a music mood, so then I asked her if I could sing to her, and she was more than willing to allow that.

I sang "I Saw Her Standing There", "Hotel California" and then "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart Club Band" mostly because they are some songs that I actually know 90% of all of the words. After each tune, Emma would remain quite for a couple of seconds almost as if she were making sure I was done, then she would scream for more.

This helps a man's ego out to say the least. So I continued until we reached home.

The best part of this song story is that about a week later it was just her and me again. We followed the same line of questioning about the music, but she told me that she wanted to hear me go at it again. I was pleased to oblige her.

"It's Sgt. Pepper's Lone....."
"YOU SANG THAT ONE LAST TIME, DADDY!" she blurted from the back.
"That's right, kiddo, good memory. Do you want me to sing something else?"
"NO SING THAT ONE!" she exclaimed.

And then she listened as we drove on.