I am definitely a person who "feels" songs. I can hear a song and it can take me right back to what feels like a different lifetime. Christmas is definitely a season where it happens often. We've been listening to a lot of my grandparents' records on their old Admiral console stereo that we've had for 4-1/2 years. They are traditional songs sung by Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, Irving Berlin, etc. My heart has felt so full listening to these songs.
As I was driving home from my mom's house this evening, another song came on. To back track a bit, I need to explain that my paternal grandmother's family gathered every year on the Sunday before Christmas. I was the oldest great-grandchild. I loved those gatherings. They lasted through 1995, and I have absolutely wonderful memories from them. Anyway, in 1992, we all traveled about an hour away as my great-aunt & great-uncle had moved to a lake house. As we were driving home that day, the song "Daddy's Hands" by Holly Williams came on the radio. I didn't love my first semester of college which had just finished, and I was so grateful to be home for break. I was especially grateful to be home with my Dad with whom I was so very close. I remember that song coming on, and I remember my eyes filling with tears in the car. I was so very lucky to be my father's daughter. As I was driving today, I realized the date, and realized it was exactly thirty-three years ago today...Dec. 20, 1992, that we had that Christmas celebration. That's pretty ironic I would hear that song again this evening.
Andrew is off getting his mom tonight and they'll be back tomorrow. I'm enjoying the quiet tonight.
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