The very first time I saw the northern lights was atop a mountain with a new boyfriend who later became my husband, and the father of my two sons. Very romantic!
The next time I witnessed the northern lights was right after my first son was born, late May 1978 (North Dakota). Each morning, at 3am, I would sit on the front stoop, feeding my sweet newborn, and watching the northern lights dance for us. Those were truly magical, magical nights. Every time I see an image of them now, I am right back there with my baby in my arms, in the silence of the night, with the gods of the heavens entertaining us
