After your dinner, and your bath, and your late night playtime on the bed with Nico... after you've been rocked and cuddled, and nursed and kissed, when you are on the delicate verge of sleep, you want just one thing. You're Papa's voice, singing that tune- that tune that you love and have come to need at the end of every single night- "Close your eyes, have no fear, the monster's gone, he's on the run, and your Papa's here..."
The original was written for a son, but your Papa has adapted it just for you..
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.... beautiful girl"
Lennon wrote it, but it has become yours. Each night it guides you into your dreams, and each night you now expect it. And I have a suspicion that it will remain yours long after you outgrow your crib, and long after you no longer fit in the crook of your Mama and Papa's arms.
I will forever remember the way you relax your head, slow your breath, and sink your weight into your Papa's chest, listening to him serenade you into the night. You never let yourself fall fully into slumber until the last note of the last line has been sung. But then, you are peaceful, restful, content. Our beautiful girl.
