Lullabies.

Oh Oscar and Angus,

Thank you, thank you, for always letting me sing you to sleep. It makes my heart happy that this tradition I relished so much when I was little is being perpetuated.

I have such tender and fond memories of Papa singing your Aunt Lula and me to sleep. He often laid on the floor between our beds, both arms outstretched in opposite directions as he held each of our hand. He would sing the most beautiful renditions of Edelweiss, Oh What a Beautiful Morning (Oklahoma), There Were You and Try To Remember (The Fantasticks), and countless others. Nana also played a big part in this beloved bedtime routine. I remember how she would stroke my forehead with her soft hand and sing to me; I Often Go Walking, A Bushel and a Peck, and Spiders Web. (Thank you a thousand times over Mom and Dad.)

Every night that I get to sing these (and other) songs to you boys, I am able to joyfully relive a bit of my own childhood. My only apology is that my singing voice is more like listening to the croaking of a toad, rather than the warbling of a bird.

Sleep tight my love bugs,

Mom