Blog 123 – 9.24.15

Maurice Chevalier, the famous French singer, actor, and lover in countless movies sang a beautiful song that has played in my head and heart and made me smile many times over the years. I can hear it just now as he sang it with his wonderful French accent:

Thank heaven for little girls
For without them what would little boys
do.

What indeed? I have always loved little girls. In my first book about the many loves of my life I wrote about all the girls I had met and love up to that point in my life. I shared a memory, not my own, that my parents related to me about one of my first encounters with a little girl next door. I was still crawling and very territorial of my front yard. The little neighbor girl had climbed over the short fence that separated our yards. Before she could climb back over into her yard I had crawled across our small front yard and bit her behind. I guess I was sort of a guard baby. I warn ladies about using the phrase, “Kiss my behind.” in my hearing as I acquired a taste for it at an early age. I still remember how tickled I was when when I first met a girl called Fanny and no I do not make a habit kissing all the girls fannies but those two behinds I have never forgotten.

Seriously, I love the ladies and they all start out as little girls. I consider myself fortunate and blessed in this life that my first child was a girl. Girls have always opened up my heart and made me a better man and no one can do that any better than a daughter. I have probably mentioned that the whole reason I got into the blog business was to build a “platform”, a readership, a following so that one day I could publish a book about my daughter. Emily was only with us thirty two years, one less than Jesus, but she touched a lot of lives. I call the book that I wrote about her, Emily – The Little Girl Who Sang Her Song To Anyone Who Came Along.

I cannot see a little girl but that I get a glimpse of Emily in her and try to give her my most loving look. I have already written several times about the look of love but I don’t fret too much about repeating myself because some things bear repeating. Like this quote of a song lyric sung by a group called The Loving Spoonful from my youth:

Do you believe in magic
In a young girl’s heart
How the magic can free her
When ever it starts.

Thank heaven for little girls for without them to pry our hearts open with their big eyes and little hands we’d have a much harder time learning how to love and how to be loved. And that is what we are here for, or at least I think so. How about you?

Your friend and fellow traveler,
David White