My favorite artist growing up was Bob Marley.
I’m not sure you would remember these moments the way I do.
We would hop in the car for whatever occasion, I’d buckle my seat-belt and wait for you to insert a pick between one of three of our favorite albums.
I was only five years old.
You moved us to a foreign country with a foreign tongue.
How silly I feel now, thinking I had it harder than you..my 28 year old, single mother.
The engine would run, and a track from the album of Legend would begin to play.
‘Could you be loved, and be loved’…
Driving along streets that we could not read or recognize.
I will always remember the pure feeling of content I felt next to you in that tiny, broken down car at a time where my world was completely and utterly unfamiliar.
Funny, how the smallest of things manage to bring the greatest joy.
Out of tune sing a longs with you, my young, brave and beautiful mother to an artist I grew ever so fondly of.
You gifted those memories to me, an intangible gift I can cherish forever.