She recently told me that she'd get so sad when I sang The Flower that Shattered the Stone, because it was normally the last one that I'd sing and she knew that I'd be leaving her room. Awww...
We started recalling those precious nights as we walked around our neighborhood one dark evening, singing at the top of lungs. She'd found some old cassette tapes in a box that she just unpacked after two years. One of the cassettes was made specifically for her called Tiffani's Lullaby, where the Man on the Moon spoke to her. Very cute!
A few days later I came across this quote from Thomas Alva Edison:
And how perfect when the two of these are combined!