Our oldest son, James, is home from Raleigh for the Easter weekend, and as always, it’s great to have him around.
As he started saying his good nights before retiring for bed, I had a flashback to the day my wife and I brought him home from the hospital, over 33 years ago.
While most of that first day is a blur, we do remember while getting him ready for bed his first night at home, that we wanted to play a certain song to celebrate the moment.
So we flipped through our record albums, found the one we wanted, and gently placed the needle on the song we wanted to listen to.
So, goodnight you moon light ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
won’t you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
It is a moment forever etched in our minds…