My 4 1/2-year-old son woke up this morning crying. He said he had a bad dream. When I asked him what it was about, he said, “I had the moon and it made me sad.”

In my head I have this image of my son holding the moon and it reminds me of that Eric Carle book (the man who authored/illustrated ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’), Papa Please Get the Moon for Me. I have no idea why this would make my son sad, but it was obvious that it upset him quite a bit.

For some reason, as my son got older, he developed a fear of the dark. Many times in bed, he whispers to me about shadows…and how he sees monsters, and I constantly have to reassure him that monsters are pretend, and that mom and dad will always be there for him.

But sometimes, I have this uneasy feeling that one day my boy is gonna whisper, “I see dead people.” Weird.

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I added some new tunes to my player:

Josh Gracin’s “Stay With Me (Brass Bed)”
Gary Allan’s “The Best I Ever Had”
Michael Buble’s “Home”
And I left the Steven Curtis Chapman ones up.

Currently, these are some of my favorite songs. Go ahead, give ‘em a listen.

You know you want to.