i sometimes listen to thom’s childhood lullaby, written for him by his papa, before i sleep. it grounds my dreams i think. sweetens them.
i like to think of that love - a dad's for his first baby. the language is the one my Oma spoke when she came to Canada on a boat when she was two years old; the language my papa and thom’s papa spoke when they were little boys.
it is good for me to fall asleep this way.
thom’s lullaby, i thought i'd share.
dream well.
ps. hope you all had a love filled hug filled valentines.
take good care of each other.