This is officially my first Wednesday's Walk post. I happened upon a wonderful blogger and this is one of her efforts to record memories for her family. Each Wednesday we post a favorite memory from the past or one that has just taken place. At the end of the year we'll have a wonderful gift to pass along to our children. It's like an online journal I suppose. So here goes my first attempt.

Today I visited a nice little blog called Expecting a Surprise at http://www.hoekstrabettig.blogspot.com/ and she had a music gadget that was toodling some sweet little spring tunes. One of the songs that played was Tooralorah by Kenny Loggins. The minute I heard the first strains of this precious melody I was transported back nearly 14 years ago.

We had just moved into our brand new home. At the time there were just the three of us, me, Kevin and little Skye. She had just turned one and this was our first real house. We had spent the previous two years in a small, cozy apartment. Our first few months in the new house were a little scary. It was a wonderful feeling to own our very own place, but on the flip side it was scary to think about the big responsibility and commitment we had entered into. Kind of like having a new baby. Skye did not like sleeping in her own room and we didn't mind having her with us, so each evening we'd all three snuggle in our bed and pop in Kenny Loggins Return to Pooh Corner. One of Skye's favorite songs was Tooralorah. She'd hum along as she nestled her sweet head on my shoulder.

Before she was born I had purchased a little light show toy for her nursery. It was a small dome with colorful animals all around it. When you would wind it up and turn out the lights it projected all of the little animals on the ceiling and walls. The dome would slowly turn and the animals would dance through the night much to the delight of my little girl. The three of us spent many an evening watching those dancing animals and humming along to Tooralorah. We felt safe and happy, like three little birds in our nest.

Now, nearly fourteen years later, I sometimes wish I could go back to those evenings. I could snuggle with Skye and watch the animals dancing in the night. We'd hum her favorite tune and all of the big, scary things in the world would be shut out from our safe little nest. As she quickly heads towards adulthood I find myself looking back at the days when she was small. Oh how simple and lovely they were. The world was bright and beautiful to her and every day held new discovery and adventure. She was loved by all and she spent her days dancing and singing.

Time goes by so quickly and before we know it an entire season of our life is gone.
As I write this tonight I am quietly humming Tooralorah. I'm sure as my eyes flutter to sleep my dreams will be filled with dancing animals.