Thanks, Harvest Moon 2016, for allowing me to remember a little slice of joy from my life with my son.
Recently, I was sitting in Roger's music studio listening to a song that my 11 year old recorded when he was 6. I was simultaneously struck by 2 things:
1) It's really good.
2) When he dies, I'll want to know where to find this for the funeral.
That, my friends, is what my brain does every day.
Since then, I've had this next song running in continuous loop in my head. Facebook reminded me that I had shared this on my page in
2010, well before Max died and while deeply pregnant with my last baby when I was really worried about someone very, very dear to me.
If a song can stick with a person through many intensely emotional seasons, it must be good.