Once upon a time there was a great man who married the woman of his
dreams. With their love, they created a little girl. She was a bright little girl
and the man loved her very much.

When she was very little, he would pick her up, hum a tune and
dance with her, and he would tell her, "I love you, little girl."

When the little girl was growing up, the great man would hug her
and tell her, "I love you, little girl." The little girl would pout and say,
"I'm not a little girl anymore." Then the man would laugh and say,
"But to me, you'll always be my little girl."

The little girl who-was-not-little-anymore left her home and went
into the world. As she learned more about herself, she learned more
about the man. She saw that he truly was great and one of his strengths
was his ability to express his love to his family. It didn't matter where
she went in the world, the man would call her and say, "I love you,
little girl."

The day came when the great man had a stroke. He couldn't
talk anymore. He could no longer smile, laugh, walk, hug, dance
or tell the little girl that he loved her.

And so she went to the side of the great man. He looked at
her and tried to speak, but he could not.

The little girl did the only thing she could do. She climbed
up on the bed next to the great man. Tears ran from both of
their eyes and she drew her arms around the shoulders of her
father.

Her head on his chest, she thought of many things. She
remembered the wonderful times together and how she had
always felt protected and cherished by the great man. She
felt grief for the loss she was to endure, the words of love
that had comforted her.

And then she heard from within the man, the beat of
his heart, the heart where the music and the words had
always lived. And while she rested there, the magic
happened. She heard what she needed to hear.

His heart beat out the words that his mouth
could no longer say …

I love you, little girl!
I love you, little girl!
I love you, little girl!