Mother-Son dance & Elvis

Found the perfect Mother-Son dance song for tomorrow. It reminds me of the days with Ryan when he was little. We lived in Wilton Center - a little farming community outside of Manhattan, Illinois. Our old farmhouse sat along a gravel road on a couple acres with big trees and lots of time. Time to wander, lie in the grass, daydream, and explore. Ryan was six months old when we moved there so he learned to walk under those trees. I received many bouquets from little hands - mostly of dandelions - but always offered with much love. We watched countless sunsets in that backyard and all three kids dove in piles of leaves that covered the yard.
We ended up in Wilton Center because we moved from south Florida without checking into housing prices in Chicagoland. Yep, we were young and stupid. But God knew that would leave us without options and we'd end up - right where he wanted us.
The words to our Mother-Son song are below and the youtube link to Mr. Presley singing it is below them. Elvis might be sitting with pretty young girls in the video - but somehow I know he's thinking of his Mama.

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thoughts come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet
memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_YzwL9-c_w