Each night I hold my daughter in my arms and rock her back and forth, back and forth. And while I rock her to sleep, I sing her some of the songs my mother sang to me. After a few familiar songs, my voice begins to hum a simple, soothing lullaby. I do not know where this tune came from or why it has been circling in my head and out through my mouth for the past few months. Today, as I held my four month old, this tune developed its own identity. I put words to it. Words that only fall short of how I really feel about the beautiful baby I call my own. Nonetheless, this song is a small gift to my daughter. This is Sophia's lullaby. A secret lullaby that will swirl around in her sleeping mind and hold her even while my arms are absent from her slumbering body.