Magic for Jenny

I love my daughter. It's amazing watching her get older, taller, more agile, smarter. Her language and memory and imitative skills are just booting along. She fills me with awe every day.

Hilary sings her a lullaby about a land of make-believe. It always chokes me up and I hope, I really hope, that there will be magic in her childhood memories.

I'm not sure why I did this. It just seemed important.