It’s no secret that I love the Beatles, though “love” doesn’t even begin to cover just how much I love them. When I hear their music, I just can’t help but smile. It’s like an instant day-lifter.
Today, mid-homework time, one of the little boys thrust a packet of music into my hand. “It’s for our musical. My teacher says I’m supposed to practice here.”
More then happy to oblige, I turned the CD off that was already going—we LOVE music!—and flipped through the rock’n roll themed pieces. A Beatles’ song was there in the midst, but not wanting to push my own opinions onto him, I let him choose a song. His pick? The Beatles’. So over and over and over and over again we sang I Wanna Hold Your Hand. We danced and sang and laughed and sang.
Tomorrow I suppose I’m going to have to convince him to try a little Elvis and the Beach Boys. All the while secretly wanting him to insist we do the Beatles.
Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
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