the return of Davynova
D has always been a charmer...big blue eyes and constant kisses, he was a born flirt. One of his earliest nicknames was Davynova. I remember sitting in the foyer of the church one Sunday when the boy was about two, he sandwiched between me and another sister in the ward. After loving on me for a while, he turned and started kissing on her arm. No matter that he hardly knew her. She was a woman, and that's what mattered.
Considering that he started his charming so long ago, I shouldn't have been surprised this afternoon when he came to me saying that he had written a song. A love song, that is. The words were all ready, and he was going to sit at the piano to work out the tune.
If You Have a Love
If you have a love, all you have to do
is ask her on a date when you’re sixteen
and get married when twenty-two.
All you have to do is a little kiss
or if she has lots of jobs, just do them from her list.
If she sings her favorite song,
then just sing along.
When you get married to the girl,
say she looks cute, especially her golden curl.
I can't help but think of the lucky girl who will someday spend the better part of a lifetime being properly worshipped by this sweet boy of mine.
Reader Comments (5)
What a funny thing.