He asked me to play some guitar and to sing to him before going to bed…

And I said no because I don’t do that often.

But as he was starting to get all twitchy, and slowly falling asleep-

I grabbed the guitar and started plucking away.

Only when I was sure that he was down for the count, I started to sing to him.

Some little off-the-cuff diddy about dreaming sweet, and seeing him when he wakes…

Ya, something like that.

It sounds mighty cheesy on paper, but, those moments are a certain kind of special.