I had a dream about Bea and I last night.  She was the age she is now.  We were talking and I started to tell her about what she was like when she was a very little baby.  How we’d play together on the floor with Purity.  How she’d crawl around the floor so fast.  How she sounded when she slept.

What a cute baby you were, Bea.  I miss holding you in my arms when you were that young. Here’s a lullaby to remember you and how precious you are to me.