Count Your Blessings (Instead of Sheep) Irving Berlin
When I'm worried and I can't sleep I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly headsAnd one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings
Oh the joy of singing a lullaby again! The softness...the quietness...the feeling of peace. A precious little baby snuggled on my shoulder in the tender glow of the faintest of light so as not to disturb her slumber. Beautiful baby...here on out to be known as Beautiful. Because she is. Because the word fits her, like Flower fits her. You know what I mean.
Counting my blessings is only ONE of the many things I have been doing since November 2, 2007 at 4:01 p.m. Counting...crying...sighing...wondering...staring in amazement...my emotions are different this time around. I am singing lullabies I sang to Happy as my baby daughter, and now I sing them to Beautiful as my baby granddaughter. Oh how I love her. Oh how I miss her. How I miss them both.
She is beautiful...just take a look...and sing a lullaby.
Baby Mine
(From Dumbo)
Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for
The right to hold you
From your head to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine.
How much we love our precious Beautiful...we hope you will see why!
