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Getting Teary Eyed

Alana's morning brew from yesterday has got me thinking about my boys. Particularly Nicholas, if for no other reason than because he so often sleeps with me and his absence has been very noticable in the mornings. (Usually my waking routine includes having to carefully peel him off of my arm - which he prefers to cling to over any sort of "security blanket").

I must reluctantly admit that I have special feelings for him, which I cannot fully explain. Perhaps it is simply because he is my first son and/or because he has an amazingly sweet disposition. Anyway, I was reminded of a song performed by the Dixie Chicks, but written by a father for his son, from whom he was for some reason seprated from. If you have kids or a good memory the references in the song will no doubt make you smile. Right now they are making me cry.

A father's love for his children is a powerful thing. But such love is merely lukewarm when compared to the white heat love of Him who is the very embodiment of love.

Anyway, here is the song...it is a lullaby.

Godspeed (Sweet Dreams)

Dragon tales and the 'Water Is Wide'
Pirates sail and lost boys fly
Fish bite moonbeams every night
And I love you

Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh, my love will fly to you
Each night on angel's wings
Godspeed
Sweet dreams

The rocket racer's all tuckered out
Superman's in pajamas on the couch
Goodnight moon, we'll find the mouse
And I love you

Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh, my love will fly to you
Each night on angel's wings
Godspeed
Sweet dreams

God bless Mommy and Matchbox cars
God bless Dad and thanks for the stars
God hears 'Amen' wherever you are
And I love you

Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh, my love will fly to you
Each night on angel's wings
Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Sweet dreams