We have been listening to Raffi lately. A lot. When I tell people this, they usually react as if that's a bad thing.  But, it's great.  Raya is learning the words, and really singing the songs correctly, which is new for her.  Even Nona sings some parts of the songs.  And as I listen to Raffi's acoustic guitar and nurturing voice, I find myself moved almost to tears that this moment is passing so swiftly.  The moment where two little girls are journeying through their magical childhood.  Where the things they really love, the things that really turn them on, are fantasy and kindness and dreams.  And my throat chokes up, and I almost panic with the knowledge that this, too, will be over.  Much, much too soon.  We won't always be cozy in our house, hearing kid's folk music while folding clothes and rocking on the little wooden horse.