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><channel><title>Sparkatopia &#187; fatherhood</title> <atom:link href="http://www.tommytrc.com/sparkatopia/tag/fatherhood/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://www.tommytrc.com/sparkatopia</link> <description>Welcome to my little spot in the world</description> <lastBuildDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 21:30:53 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en</language> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1</generator><image><title>Sparkatopia</title> <url>http://1.gravatar.com/avatar/1464b78a60ab9cdf7a2634af7345ccbb?s=48&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2F1.gravatar.com%2Favatar%2Fad516503a11cd5ca435acc9bb6523536%</url><link>http://www.tommytrc.com/sparkatopia</link> </image> <item><title>2 Daughters Singing &#8211; Don&#8217;t Stop Believin&#8217;</title><link>http://www.tommytrc.com/sparkatopia/dont-stop-believin/</link> <comments>http://www.tommytrc.com/sparkatopia/dont-stop-believin/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 22:16:08 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>tommytrc</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Random Swill]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Clara]]></category> <category><![CDATA[dad]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fatherhood]]></category> <category><![CDATA[journey]]></category> <category><![CDATA[madeline]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Singing]]></category> <category><![CDATA[tommytrc]]></category><guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.tommytrc.com/sparkatopia/?p=723</guid> <description><![CDATA[Image by ankatank via Flickr Today I was traveling to a church service activity with my 2 oldest daughters Madeline and Clara. There are many times in my life that I have been filled with pride and just overwhelmed with the love that only a father can have for their children and today was one. [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<div
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title="amy and the other girl sing" src="http://www.tommytrc.com/sparkatopia/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/194257871_74138fab45_m.jpg" alt="amy and the other girl sing" width="240" height="181" /></a></dt><dd
class="wp-caption-dd zemanta-img-attribution" style="font-size: 0.8em;">Image by <a
href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90349026@N00/194257871">ankatank</a> via Flickr</dd></dl></div></div><p>Today I was traveling to a church service activity with my 2 oldest daughters Madeline and Clara. There are many times in my life that I have been filled with pride and just overwhelmed with the love that only a father can have for their children and today was one. Sorry for all my friends who do not have kids yet, this may not mean as much to you, but it I’m sure it applies somewhere.</p><p>Traveling down highway 41, Madeline grabs her <a
class="zem_slink freebase/guid/9202a8c04000641f800000000009af82" title="IPod" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IPod">iPod</a> and hands one ear piece to Clara, placing the other in her own ear and says “I’ll sing the first verse, you sing the other.” I really had no idea what I was in for and I really wish I could have bottled the emotion, it was so amazing. They both broke into Journey’s Don’t Stop Believn’ as featured on a new show on Fox called <a
class="zem_slink freebase/guid/9202a8c04000641f800000000ad26b8c" title="Glee (TV series)" rel="imdb" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1327801/">Glee</a>.</p><p>Clara lead off with the first verse and Madeline the second. With each verse hearing their tender voices the tears just started streaming down my face. Again this is totally a dad thing and maybe so hard to understand. This was just one of a fathers precious moments. Verse after verse they sung, as sweet as could be. The heart, soul and tender innocence that was put into their rendition was amazing .</p><p>If there was any doubt, <strong>I love being a dad!</strong></p><p
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style="color: black;">Just a small town girl, livin&#8217; in a lonely world</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">She took the midnight train goin&#8217; anywhere</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit</span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">He took the midnight train goin&#8217; anywhere</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;"> </span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">A singer in a smoky room</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">The smell of wine and cheap perfume</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">For a smile they can share the night</span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">It goes on and on and on and on</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;"> </span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Their shadows searching in the nights</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Hiding, somewhere in the nights</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;"> </span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Working hard to get my fill,</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Everybody wants a thrill</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Payin&#8217; anything to roll the dice</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Just one more time</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;"> </span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Some will win, some will lose</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Some are born to sing the blues</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Oh, the movie never ends</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">It goes on and on and on and on</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;"> </span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard</span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">Their shadows searching in the night</span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion</span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">Hiding, somewhere in the nights</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;"> </span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Don&#8217;t stop believin&#8217;</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Hold on to that feelin&#8217;</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;">Streetlight, people</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;"> </span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">Don&#8217;t stop believin&#8217;</span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">Hold on&#8230;</span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">Streetlight, people</span></em></p><p
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style="color: black;"> </span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">Don&#8217;t stop believin&#8217;</span></em></p><p
style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><em><span
style="color: black;">Hold on to that feelin&#8217;</span></em></p><p><em><span
style="color: black;">Streetlight, people ohhhhhh…..</span></em></p><p><em><span
style="color: black;">Don’t Stop!</span></em></p><p>-written by Jonathan Cain, Steve Perry and Neal Schon</p><div
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