When our son was a baby, we would frequently have music playing in his room at night, and very often, it would be the soothing music of Enya.
We played her music so much, in fact, that now, anytime I hear her song, Only Time, even ten years later, I have the most vivid memory of being up in the middle of the night feeding my son.
The lights were off in the room, except for a night light that provided a serene glow.
I was sitting in a bright green upholstered rocking chair that we bought before he was born to have in his room for moments such as this.
My son was snuggled in my arms, feeding quietly from a bottle.
My wife was in our bedroom next door, sleeping.
It was perfect.