I caught Mark singing to Anya last night as I got ready for bed and ended up hiding around the corner so I wouldn’t interrupt. They were snuggled in bed and I peaked around to see Anya gazing up at him while he lay, propped up on one elbow gazing back at her, one of his big hands resting on her tiny chest. It just about broke my heart listening to that man sing to his new daughter and made me fall in love with him all over again.
Here’s what he was singing:
Little Miss Magic
Written by - Jimmy Buffett
From - Coconut Telegraph
She's constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Sometimes I catch her dreamin' and wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strollin' along the shore or cruisin' o'er the broad Savannah
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday she's gonna learn how to fly
Oh, that I won't deny
I catch a little more dialogue comin' my way
I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin' astray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Yes, she loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
Those clever little looks she gives just can't help but be appealing
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
One day she's gonna learn how to fly
That I won't deny
I see a little more of me everyday
I feel a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Little Miss Magic, just can't wait to see
It's raining, It's pouring
Your old man is snoring
