Just to hear you say that you love me...

I'd go and capture the moon
That's what I would do
Just to hear you say that you love me..
Just to hear you say that you love me..

-Fatih Hill, Tim McGraw

She was playing beside the computer, periodically looking over to see what I was doing. Occasionally, she was pressing buttons she wasn't supposed to touch, and she knew it. I had turned on music at dinner time, just to keep us entertained while we were eating, and left  it playing afterwards.

There had been a few fun songs come on, and I'd laughed as she'd bopped her red-head to the beat, and wiggled her non-existant butt. For the most part though, I was wrapped up in what I was doing. Then, Faith Hill and Tim McGraw singing "Just to hear you say that you love me." came on. I peeked at her, just to see her reaching (yet again) to touch the power button on my computer.

"You little booger!" I exclaimed, and rose from the couch to snatch her up from what she was about to do. She squealed, and I moved us to the center of the floor. I took one of her tiny hands in mine, and began to rock back and forth to the song, occasionally singing along under my breath. She grinned, her gray eyes sparkling, and tried to move to the beat too. A few seconds later, the chorus sounded, and on the word "love", I laid her back in my arms a bit, and spun her around.

Giggles erupted. The word came again. Her cheeks were flushed with color, and she was clutching my hand with all her strength as we went around another time.

I pulled her back up as a verse began, and she looked at me for a second, then leaned forward and carefully wrapped her arms around my neck, and laid her head on my shoulder. Suddenly, I was nearly a boneless pile of goo. This was, I knew, one of those perfect moments that needed to be written down. I would do it later. Right now, though, I was going to enjoy every second of it.

I held her close, a hand on her back, and slow-danced carefully with her. This lasted for a good bit of the song. Then, my red-headed heathen, in all her glory, looked lovingly up at me, and reach out a hand to my face. With the greatest concentration, and barely a twitch of her lips to betray her intentions, she closed her fist around one edge of my glasses, and took them off my face.

"Oh, you think you're funny? Is that it? You think you funny?!" I cradled her to my body, and spun us in circles as I playfully tried to retrieve my glasses. She laughed as I repeated "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" It was on. I suddenly hefted her higher in my arms, and began to gently nip at her sides. As peals of laughter sounded, and she squirmed to get away, I stole my glasses back.

It wasn't much longer after that when we sat down, and the song ended. However, that particular memory that we made stuck with me the entire night, and I knew that today it needed to be written down. I'd written too much sad stuff lately. It was  time for a happy.