So I’m driving on the highway and I’m listening to a playlist I made this January from songs I found on my Mom’s computer. Elton John’s Your Song comes on and for some reason I really listened to the words. The music is beautiful but the words are really quite stunning. And so I get this warm loving feeling and even start to tear up. Not sure why. Maybe it’s the song. Maybe it’s because I made the playlist while I was still blissfully unaware of cancer. Maybe it’s because I associate it with Moulin Rouge and and the sadness of that movie. Dunno. Anyway feeling all this love, I glance up in the rear view mirror to look at my darling little boy who is sitting peacefully in his carseat. With his fingers in his ears.