(A belated Valentine's Day post)
I am not sure how it has all gone down over the years but I am pretty sure when Adam and I first started dating he laughed at the fact that I love country music. Then, we took a trip to Vegas shortly after getting engaged and we listened to country music almost the entire drive. The deal from Adam went something like this: "Nora, how about you can listen to country music on our drive as long as you are scratching my back." (I should have known what I was getting myself into then.) I think he pretended to be tortured by the songs, but I know now that it was just a dramatization to keep me scratching his ever so needy back. Well, the song Broken Road played many times while we were in the car together and we both loved it. It became our wedding song. Since then, Adam has fully converted to country music. I will get into his car and find the radio programed to country, country music on his ipod, he even walks around whistling country songs. I love it. I also love that not only do Adam and I have a love song, but he has a country love song for each of the kids. It is the sweetest thing. I love you Adam, my little country-bumpkin!
The Broken Road
I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Watching You
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqYUns2YQik
Driving through town just my boy and me
With a “Happy Meal” in his booster seat
Knowing that he couldn't have the toy ‘til his nuggets were gone.
A green traffic light turned straight to red
I hit my brakes and mumbled under my breath.
His fries went a flying, and his orange drink covered his lap
Well, then my 4 year old said a 4 letter word
It started with “S” and I was concerned
So I said, “Son, now where’d you learn to talk like that?”
Chorus:
He said, I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?
I’m your buckaroo, I want to be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
We got cowboy boots and camo pants
Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad
I want to do everything you do.
So I’ve been watching you.
We got back home and I went to the barn
I bowed my head and I prayed real hard
Said, “Lord, please help me help my stupid self.”
Just this side of bedtime later that night
Turning on my son’s Scooby-doo nightlight.
He crawled out of bed and he got down on his knees.
He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands
Spoke to God like he was talking to a friend.
And I said, “Son, now where’d you learn to pray like that?”
Chorus:
He said, I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?
I’m your buckaroo; I want to be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
We like fixing things and holding moma’s hand
Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad.
I want to do everything you do; so I’ve been watching you.
With tears in my eyes I wrapped him in a hug.
Said, “My little bear is growing up.”
And he said, “But when I’m big I’ll still know what to do.”
Chorus:
‘cause I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?
I’m your buckaroo; I want to be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
By then I’ll be strong as superman
We’ll be just alike, hey, won’t we dad
When I can do everything you do.
‘cause I’ve been watchin’ you.
It Won't Be Like This for Long http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=at_lUnFjXg8
He didn't have to wake up
He'd been up all night
Laying there in bed listening
To his new born baby cry
He makes a pot of coffee
He splashes water on his face
His wife gives him a kiss and says
It gonna be OK
It wont be like this for long
One day soon we'll look back laughing
At the week we brought her home
This phase is gonna fly by
So baby just hold on
It won't be like this for long
Four years later about four-thirty
She's crawling in their bed
And when he drops her off at preschool
She's clinging to his leg
The teacher peels her off of him
He says what can I do
She says now don't you worry
This will only last a week or two
It wont be like this for long
One day soon we'll drop her off
And she won't even know your gone
This phase is gonna fly by
If you can just hold on
It won't be like this for long
One day soon she'll be a teenager
And at times you'll think she hates him
Then he'll walk her down the isle
And he'll raise her vale
But right now she up and crying
And the truth is that he don't mind
As he kisses her good night
And she says her prayers
He lays down there beside her
Till her eyes are finally closed
And just watching her it breaks his heart
Cause he already knows
It wont be like this for long
One day soon that little girl is gonna be
All grown up and gone
Yeah this phase is gonna fly by
He's trying to hold on
It won't be like this for long
It wont be like this for long
Charlie and I got up this morning and sat down on the couch together. We started talking about our day and how we get to go to church today. Then I told him that there is a little girl from Primary getting baptized tonight and I asked if he wanted to go with me. His face lit up as he said "Yeeeeaaah," and then he proceeded to tell me that this girl must be 8 years old because that is how old you are when you get baptized. I was impressed, I am never sure if the things Adam and I teach ever really stick, plus, I don't think I have ever really talked with him about getting baptized in great detail. Our Family Home Evening lessons tend to be a bit more basic, things like: being kind, obeying your mother and father, and sharing. Anyway, I continued to ask him more questions, heck, if he knows a child can get baptized at age 8 then what else could he know?
