I just heard the most incredible recorded conversation between a mother and her two children, a little girl and a little boy. She is the widow of a fallen Soldier, and one of my dearest friends in this world. The little girl is singing a song she has spontaneously made up about her father... it is full of joy, yet talks of wanting him to come back to her family where they love him so much, and miss him. She talks of wanting to "squeeze him again."
