One of my best ongoing memories from my childhood was my dad's guitar. Dad would often pull it out on Sunday afternoons and play us James Taylor, Garthbrooks, and The Judds. Sweet Baby James, and Daddy's hands revoke strong memories of being lullabied to sleep in our bunkbeds or as we got older, the four of us girls singing with dad. It makes me want to learn to play the guitar so I can share those memories with my children...maybe one day.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I Remember Daddy's Hands...
One of my best ongoing memories from my childhood was my dad's guitar. Dad would often pull it out on Sunday afternoons and play us James Taylor, Garthbrooks, and The Judds. Sweet Baby James, and Daddy's hands revoke strong memories of being lullabied to sleep in our bunkbeds or as we got older, the four of us girls singing with dad. It makes me want to learn to play the guitar so I can share those memories with my children...maybe one day.
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