How can something so wonderful be so...
When Lucas was much younger (he just turned 10) and he'd sleep at our place, he'd sometimes ask me to sing him a lullaby when I put him to bed. He didn't ask often and I think it was just a bit of a delaying tactic, but whenever he asked I'd tell myself I'd have to spend a bit of time the next day thinking of some more, because I could only ever remember one song at the time. I'd usually sing four lines from it and he'd be gone, which was good because I only knew two lines (and made one of them up) and repeated them twice. I don't know if I even had the tune right. But I'd sing it and he'd drift off in that way that makes you marvel at how quickly a human being can go to sleep and wonder why we lose that ability. For as long as I can remember, it's been very rare for me to get to sleep within 30 or 40 minutes of turning the light off and laying down unless I'm devastatingly tired. At some point I told Wendy I'd occasionally sing him t