Last night Chris turned on the stereo to listen to some music. It wasn't just any music it was the Robert Plant and Allison Krauss album that we have been dying to hear. As we sat in our quiet living room listening the music made me feel extremely nostalgic.
It made me think about the oak tree I grew up playing under. It made me think about the early mornings I spent listening to records or playing house before everyone woke up. It made me remember the smell of dusty kitten when I would bury my face in their sweet fur. It made me think of our first dog Sparky who I loved dearly and who kept running away and finally ran away for good. It made me think of golden sunlight that slanted across our living room in the afternoon. All of these things shaped my childhood and they still linger and come bubbling up when I least expect it.
I am so thankful for these little moments of nostalgia and the music that inspires them.