Kimmer’s eldest is getting married at the end of the year. This child has planned everything from start to finish all on her own. I swear she had it all wrapped up within 30 days of her official engagement. Now that is focus and fortitude!
Anyway, she has planned everything so well and concise that a mother has no need here. I just hand over a check whenever I can and tell her to make the most of it. Until, apparently the issue now is that she and her fiancé do not have an “OUR SONG”. OMG! NO SONG?
Everyone has a song. It’s the one you hear on the radio and immediately think back to that special moment in time. It’s the one with the lyrics that just make you smile and picture the face of your loved one. It’s the one where the two of you drop whatever you are doing and break out into a faux waltz wherever you are standing. It’s the one. It’s OUR SONG.
Funny twist on this story is that Hubby and I have an OUR SONG. Have I told you lately that I love you, by Van Morrison. As a matter of fact, we repeat parts of the lyrics to each other all the time. It’s kind of like a code between the two of us. We simply say, randomly, “Have I told you lately?” These words end up in holiday cards, text messages, Facebook blurbs and between goodnight kisses. As magical as any comfort food, these words are enough to fix any bad day.
So when I mentioned to Hubby that Britt and her fiancé do not have a song, he said that that was OK, because we didn’t either. WHAT? HUH? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? Needless to say, I razzed him relentlessly for a few days without giving him any hints, because it just so happened that we had tickets to actually see VAN MORRISON IN CONCERT IN THE HAM ON MONDAY NIGHT. We had terrible, nose bleed seats, people kept getting up and down and interrupting our view, he did not engage the audience, he did not stall between songs, he started promptly at 8 and finished up within 1 hour and 45 minutes. Wham! Bam! Thank you Ma’am! and out the door he went! (Probably at his age, to get back to his hotel and tucked into bed by 10:30 tops.)
But when Van Morrison played Have I told you Lately, Hubby smiled, put his hand on my knee and kissed me on the cheek. Everyone has an OUR SONG.
Play on, Maestro.