The most special nights with Claire are the ones that I sing her to sleep. We lay lazily on the bed and I strum the ukulele and put together odd words. She can't understand me quite yet, so I figure I have a few more months before I have to start singing songs that make sense. She lays there with one hand in her mouth and the other fingering the pegs on the uke. As she drifts off, I quietly slip out of the room to contemplate my day. My daughter is the sweetest bird of them all.
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