When the Airman was a wee lad, I was nursing him one evening and singing (er, wailing) "House at Pooh Corner." He turned his face from my breast and, as milk ran down his little fat cheeks, he put up one tiny hand, placed it over my mouth, and said his first word, "NOOOOOO!!!!!"
Since then, I have sung little in public, but today, my friends, I am singing to the roof tops. My Airman is coming for Christmas!
Grades are all done. And, while the weaving isn't, I am decorating today like it is nobody's business! And, as I pull things from the attic, I am singing my favorite Christmas song: "O Come, Immanuel."
There was a TRIPLE rainbow this morning, so I am taking it as a sign that this will be a glorious day!
Hope yours is as well.
And, for your listening pleasure, how about a little Loggins and Messina??