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.