My baby loves to talk, my baby loves to burst into song and perform play by plays of famous musicals. When I am with my baby there is barely a moment of silence. As someone who needs a lot of silence to process things you would think, looking from the outside in, that this is a horrendous combination. However, when my baby talks, when she sings and when she reenacts her plays, something magical happens. For when I hear her voice, my mind goes quiet and finds its peace. As if every part of my brain focusses on her, leaving me lost in her voice. Because her voice carries a beauty unheard, like a siren calling to me. For her I would happily crash my ship into the rocks, I would sink to the bottom of the ocean and pledge my life to her.
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