"Though it strained the family budget, Christopher was sent to private schools in Tavistock and Cambridge, at the insistence of his mother. “If there is going to be an upper class in this country, then Christopher is going to be in it,” he overheard his mother saying to his father, clinching a spirited argument."
If I could stop crying long enough, this would be my lullaby to Little Henry.
For you, there'll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining, And I feel that when I'm with you, It's alright, I know it's right To you, I'll give the world to you, I'll never be cold 'Cause I feel that when I'm with you, It's alright, I know it's right. And the songbirds are singing, Like they know the score, And I love you, I love you, I love you, Like never before. And I wish you all the love in the world, But most of all, I wish it from myself. And the songbirds keep singing, Like they know the score, And I love you, I love you, I love you, Like never before, like never before.
Great new photos of Henry Hugo! hahaha…I like the name. Eric is still on the fence. He keeps calling him Fredrick, but I refuse to call him Freddie. We’ll sort it out. These are fun problems to have.
I can’t wait to…
…move into a new place and set up the babe’s room and buy him clothes and play and read and sing with him and Eric.