Not exactly a soundtrack to my life but always a nice reminder.
After my daughter was born and we (my mum, stepdad and I) were collecting her and her mum from the hospital we had a hours drive home. We talked for a while and cooed over her in the back of the car until she fell asleep (which they do a lot at that stage). We all went a bit quiet and my stepdad put the radio on low for a bit of background noise.
The news was on but when it finished the first song that played was Sheryl Crow's version of sweet child of mine. It was funny at the time but I can't hear that song no without remembering how truely fucked up(in a good way) my head was that day and how it took ages to seem real.
It's been two years and it feels like yesterday.
( Maffers I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 2:33, 1 reply)

It'll seem about three weeks before she'll be off to college
trust me on this!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:32, closed)