There have been MANY an argument over music in the front seat and somehow I don't win anymore.
It's MY car!
When they were very young, maybe three and four, they knew ALL the words to "Sweet Home Alabama." I have a picture of them somewhere signing their heads off to this song. I can't find the picture this morning but the memory is indelibly etched into my brain.
Last night at 10:00 I picked Peter up in Mahopac. Yep! He surprised us this week by coming home until Sunday afternoon. I am giddy.
And last night, once again, HE took control of the music. But that's OK. I was too happy to see him to care.
Sweet Home Friday, indeed!
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you