When I was 22 years old, I met a small child who changed my heart and my life. He was almost three. We spent so much time together those next few years. I cherish that time, and still tell improbably many stories, even decades later, about the brilliant, charming, loving, creative, in-every-way exceptional child I was fortunate enough to love and care for.

These last couple of days, I have been remembering the many hours we spent with books and music. A song and a book before every nap and bedtime add up, especially when the soft-hearted adult is easily coaxed to sing one more song or read one more book.

Of all the songs, the one I probably sang most often was “Roseville Fair,” which I first knew as a Nanci Griffith song. I refuse to overthink the attached recording. It’s a cappella as it was on the couch in the ’90s. Singing for two generations, and for any friends who listen in, is an honor and a pleasure. I’m so grateful for the opportunity.

Here’s a song for all of the lovers

Here’s a tune for you to share

May they dance all night to the fiddle and the banjos

The way they did at the Roseville Fair