A few minutes ago, Grace was fussing a bit in her sleep (in the crib).
I was sitting out in the living room, so I went in and she was standing up at the rail, half asleep.
I picked her up and started swaying her to the faint music playing on the radio in the room.
I listened a little harder...
Don't worry
about a thing,
'Cause every little thing's
gonna be alright.
