Yesterday as I riding with Eric and the boys to church Eric said he heard some old school country on the radio while he was driving into work Saturday, and he was glad, he misses old school country. It got me thinking. I remembered Sunday summer's with my mom in our house on Downing. I remember my mom the forever sun goddess used to get up early on Sunday's, we would usually eat some sort of egg breakfast and then it was outside. We had a large radio, that she would crank up so we could hear it in the yard. The music that came over the speakers was old school country. Johnny Cash, George Straight, Kenny Rodgers, Johnny Paycheck (take this job and shove it). I used to groan at the reminiscing the radio host would do. But, yesterday as I sat watching the world go by, I smiled. Because I was now reminiscing. Many a Sunday was spent with my mom, sitting in the sun, reading the funny pages as she ate her soft boiled egg and toast. And many of those days I was completely oblivious of my mother, happily content with my barbies, or the mud, or whatever friend was over that weekend. But as I look back now, I know those days were some of the best I ever had, just me, Mom, the sun, and Kenny.
