precious times

This song popped into my head last night as I laid in the dark staring at these pictures of my beautiful, growing boy and I goofing around in a dirty mirror after a bubble bath. Screw the piles of laundry, black heads, oil changes, recycling -- he's all that really matters. I never dreamed I be this lucky.

Frying Pan by Evan Dando

One laugh in the middle of a struggle,
Diamond at the bottom of a puddle.
Did you ever stare at the moon, 'till you saw double,
I hear you walk away from trouble.
Good love, there ain't no denying,
Say bad love, somebody ain't trying
Did you ever walk some place, just take time,

Or take the fast road and get going.
And then the rules break, there's no mistake,
These are precious times, you and I,
We walk the line.
We walk the line.
I looked in a frying pan,
I sang a song.
I looked at a dying man.
He sang along.

We got mountains.
We got beaches.
We've got love that makes us mad.
Love that has to teach us.
And then the rules break,
There's no mistake.
These are precious times, you and I,
We walk the line.
We walk the line.