Laowai

Since Brian and I cannot seem to co-exist on an air mattress – I’ve been curling up next to Bea most nights. I find myself not sleepy and spending a long time looking at her serene baby face. Such a precious sight that I’m sure no mother can resist.  

Pretty dreams, my baby, wait
Just beyond the Slumber Gate;
Come, dreams,
Come to baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come to baby, come.

Weary you must be with play,
Running, running, all the day;
Come, dreams,
Come to baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come to baby, come.

Big and strong you’re sure to grow,
If to sleep you’ll quickly go;
Come, dreams,
Come to baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come to baby, come.

– a French lullaby