I have a very fond memory of one the very first gifts my husband ever gave me. It was a cassette tape that he created with songs that expressed his feelings at this time in our life.
How quietly sad I was when the cassette player became obsolete.Making it difficult to further listen to our young love. Now that cassette lies buried in a box somewhere in our attic walls.
Over the years, music has played within the walls of our home and lives. We have even passed this on to our son. A form of entertainment, a way to boost energy or helping soothe a soul after a long day. Many artists of different genera's vocally reviling a wide vary of emotions that we may feel.
Oh how I long to once again listen to that period of time. To be able to close my eyes tonight and dream of those innocent times.