song cry

your resident Mushball got a little teary-eyed this evening.......i know, i know....what else is new?

my life is a neverending series of running here and running there: appts, traffic, deadlines, bathtimes, singing "The Hokey-Pokey" 10,000 times, and getting the sweetest (yet laced-with-toddler-morning-breath, lol) kisses from PC at the crack of dawn.

and this evening, for a brief few moments, i took some time to relax before beginning the hustle-and-bustle of the nightly routine.

PC was sleeping, having drifted off during our car ride home from school, napless after a long day of singing, dancing, playing...and bullying (another blog for another day). i flipped on the TV, sat down on the couch, and drew her sleeping body into my arms--she instinctively nuzzled into my chest.

i turned to Channel 11, hoping to catch the last few moments of Chicago Tonight. i did, and then happened on the next show, an episode of Great Performances featuring the mega-producer David Foster, and his most famous songs being performed by some of today's (and yesterday's) biggest artists. as i sat there watching Kenny G and Peter Cetera play old favorites from the 80s (the theme from Karate Kid...etc etc....search on wikipedia for more info), it brought back a flood of memories of my childhood.

i think i *heart* 80s and 90s music (of ALL genres) so much because it reminds me of my childhood. mine, like most everyone else's, wasn't perfect, but it was certainly a memorable one...a time before bills/worry/responsibility. a time to truly just be a kid.

and so, the memories flooded back today--thinking of my mom when she was my age (wow!) and i was in first-grade, thinking of spending time with my aunts who i thought were THEE coolest chicks ever, remembering spending time at my grandparents house--terrorizing my cousin-brother, eating good food, and watching cable on the floor model in the living room.

sososo many good memories....and similar memories that i hope to help make for PC.....

loving without limitation and cherishing every moment...every second...because we certainly know that the next is not promised.

nostalgia at its finest.

and using up all my dang Kleenex. :-)