From the time I was very little, I remember the music my father played in the house and the car. For some reason, Frankie Valli is the one I remember the best. My father would blast this through our apartment in Vogelweh Housing when we lived in Germany. They have worked their way into my rotation of songs for writing. I love December 1963 but this, Who Loves You, is my favorite by far. I remember seeing my father sing all their songs, along with others like the Doobie Brothers, etc, on those Saturday mornings in our apartment.
I am excited that next year, I am finally going to return to Germany and get to see where I spent a huge chunk of my childhood. Better yet, I get to share it with my girls and my husband.