when i hear nat king cole, i think of hanging out in my bedroom in 4th grade.

i was a strange kid.

i had a vintage schooldesk in my room that i thought was the coolest. and i loved to sit there and write in my planner (4th graders need planners?) with a rainbow assortment of highlighters, and listen to nat king cole. i loved that my bed was made. always. i loved my mini blinds. i loved that part of my window was blocked by the slope of our roof. i loved that my room was tiny, but there were endless possibilities for how i could re-position my bed. i loved to make lists and avoid practicing my piano books. (and now i cry because there is no piano in my house for me to avoid.) i loved seeing vacuum lines on my carpet. i loved turning on my lamp instead of the light. and i really loved nat king cole. i would put in the sleepless in seattle soundtrack to go to sleep on, and i would lay awake until i heard nat sing "stardust."

i'm putting it on the baby's naptime playlist.

here's where i tell all.

i tell myself on a regular basis that i would like to add more dresses

and so it begins.

I am not particularly skilled or knowledgeable in the field of music, yet I am amazed at the significance it holds in my life. I have realized this about myself: I must have music to accompany each and every activity throughout my day. It is essential. In order for me to enjoy the elements of my routine to the max, they must be supplemented with music. Does anyone else feel this way?