Creating Bliss

I take it him down to Louisiana those long forgotten day I couldn't live without the days of heat and passion hidden in the sun barely enough time to do what we wanted Oh those days that summer in moonlight when love was my only gift that came from inside near that old Red River our own valley the tug boats horn blowing in their travels but we never stopped laughing long enough to hold on and make it matter Oh I dream of sweet love home together as my memories make thoughts swim in love's river two tiny toddlers in that old house asleep as we made our dreams hope creating another in nine months we held our creation of bliss This is about my third child Sawyer. Moving into my childhood home, he got a gleam in his eye and we took a break from moving right there. I was so young. A tug boat came by blowing watching and no matter how much I begged he kept saying I don't hear a thing. I was so embarrassed. We were miles from civilization but my luck a tug boat came up the river. lol TMI just a fond memory now. Alabama was always on the radio, he would set it to take me down, or she and I. Over share I know. Not my best for sure but a memory just the same.