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A couple of years ago I found myself outside on a very cold December night flooding an outdoor rink. I’m not much of a skater and I don’t play hockey, but I have a son who loves hockey and somehow he convinced me that this rink was good idea, so there we were. It was a perfect night – very cold and very still. There was a full moon shining so brightly we could see our shadows in the rink as we flooded it. The constellation “Orion” was shining down at us. Orion is supposed be a hunter holding his bow, but that night he looked like a hockey player hoisting the Stanley Cup. My son and I worked late into the night, along with our neighbours, on that rink. Eventually, we finished flooding and headed back inside, exhausted, cold, and soaking wet. As we removed our coats and boots he gave me a hug and said “Thanks, Dad.”  He just did it.  I didn’t ask him to thank me… it just came right from his heart.

There are moments in life that that you wish you could preserve forever, that you wish you could somehow bottle them and return to them whenever you want to. The best way I know how to do that is to write a song. So I wrote a song about that perfect night I spent out flooding that rink with my son.  I hope you enjoy it.

A couple of years ago I found myself outside on a very cold December night flooding an outdoor rink. I’m not much of a skater and I don’t play hockey, but I have a son who loves hockey and somehow he convinced me that this rink was good idea, so there we were. It was a perfect night – very cold and very still. There was a full moon shining so brightly we could see our shadows in the rink as we flooded it. The constellation “Orion” was shining down at us. Orion is supposed be a hunter holding his bow, but that night he looked like a hockey player hoisting the Stanley Cup. My son and I worked late into the night, along with our neighbors, on that rink. Eventually, we finished flooding and headed back inside, exhausted, cold, and soaking wet. As we removed our coats and boots he gave me a hug and said “Thanks, Dad.”  He just did it.  I didn’t ask him to thank me… it just came right from his heart.

There are moments in life that that you wish you could preserve these memories forever, that you wish you could somehow bottle them and return to them whenever you want to. The best way I know how to do that is to write a song. So I wrote a song about that perfect night I spent out flooding that rink with my son.  I hope you enjoy it.

If you enjoy the song I’d be much obliged if you’d purchase a copy on iTunes.