Last night I was in the bed all snuggled with my precious baby boy.  We were both working our way toward a peaceful nights rest.  As I drifted off I heard an airplane in the distance.  Quickly I was lost in memories of years long gone.

I was sitting snuggled under Daddy’s arm.  I could hear the creaking of the chains on the swing.  The feel of fresh summer morning air blew across my face.  The smell of Daddy’s Brute aftershave tickled my nose.  The old wooden swing swayed back and forth.  In the distance an airplane flew it’s passengers to lands I had never dreamed of.  The whistle of a mockingbird echos through the skies. The understood silence between a daughter and a daddy enjoying the company of each other made the best memories.

Peaceful.