i'm sitting here listening to the bee gee's greatest hits. how deep is your love is on.
i am a sucker for 70's love songs. it's just so Sunday morning.
i think i had a lot of good memories when i was young with my dad's music playing in the background. maybe that's why i'm attached to these songs so much. one of my favorite memories is of me and my dad watching the dallas cowboys on tv while eating a whole bag of jalapeno chips. we'd sit in the same recliner chair or on the floor. we'd drink pepsi as i recall. at one point, the carpet bordered on shag..but then the house flooded and we got nicer carpet.
it's weird. i don't have many memories of spending a lot of time with my mom when i was young but she was definitely always there. she did the grunt work i think. taking me to ballet practice, picking me up from day care, cooking dinner, dragging me to and out of bed....
i think i bonded more with my mom after i passed my teenage years. i mostly remember her doing things for me. making me crafts like bows and baskets. she once made all my friends decorated hollow chocolate eggs for easter. she always went out of her way to do things for me.
it's interesting now thinking about my parents and their two different approaches to bonding.
i don't prefer one to the other really. i guess i'm just thankful that i go them both.
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