Some songs shimmer, lighting up the sky of your memories like distant constellations. Sister Golden Hair by America is one of those songs—a melody woven into the fabric of my life, glowing like a familiar star I can always find in the dark. From the very first strum of the guitar, it’s like stepping into a sun-drenched memory, a moment frozen in time where happiness and movement collide.
I grew up with America’s music floating through the air, thanks to my mom. Their songs felt like home, like echoes of a time both distant and close. But Sister Golden Hair became something more—a melody of joy, a song that seemed to follow me through life’s most golden moments.
I remember the way it felt, driving around with my husband when we were young, before we were married, before we knew where life would take us- just two people in love, riding around in his Mustang with the top down. The wind tangled through my hair and this song on the local classic rock station blaring through the speakers. It was a time when everything felt like an open road, when the world stretched out before us like an endless summer.
Years later, the song found a new home in my heart, when our daughter Maggie Jo, came into the world. Maggie brought with her a light so bright it could rival the stars. My golden-haired girl, Arkansas native free spirit with a classic California cool style. She is laughter and sunshine, a force of nature wrapped in wonder and curiosity.
I used to hold her close, just as I had once done with her brother dancing and swaying with her in the baby carrier through the living room as she giggled against my chest.
The song filled the space, filled my soul, as I twirled with her close to my heart. Sister Golden Hair Surprise, I just can’t live without you, can’t you see it in my eyes?—the words became more than a lyric; they became a truth, a love so deep it could stretch across the galaxies.
