Image by Laura Ketteman

Image by Laura Ketteman

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

I LOVE music.  I grew up listening to all kinds.  My parents both played music constantly, pretty much from any genre.  They both enjoyed some of the same; but each had their own specific tastes as well.

Then, I married my husband, who gives a new meaning to having varying tastes in music.  I only thought my parents had exposed me to a broad variety in their old album collections... but my husband's tastes are even more unique.  Needless to say, our home is filled with it most of the time.  I often wonder what my boys will remember and how they'll enjoy their own "flavors" as they grow.

What I love about music is that it's such an expression of emotion... no matter what.  That emotion can be completely different for the artist performing, or for the audience enjoying.  It can change from person to person... to stages in time... There are NO rules.  I love NO rules!!!  :)

The song I'm posting is a great example of how someone can come away with a completely different meaning than what may have been intended.  And WHO CARES?  No rules, remember?

I honestly don't remember the first time I heard it.  But I remember the first time I listened.  We had just brought home our third baby boy.  He was fresh and new and plump and pink.  His little newborn cries sounded like that of a baby lamb.  I was fully aware this would most likely be my last time to experience the sweetness of a newborn baby.  And having done this twice before, I was also aware that our time would be short.  In no time, he would be uttering his first words, taking his first steps, and fighting with his big brothers.  I was in NO rush, and wanted to enjoy every snuggle we were allowed.

During our hospital stay, my husband (knowing I'm a HUGE fan) brought me the newest Celine Dion project, entitled Miracle.

She sang these words so sweetly, and all I could think about were my sweet, newborn babies... how precious and wonderful it was to be their mommy... how I loved seeing their faces for the very first time... kissing their little bird-shaped lips, and feeling the flutter of their hearts beating next to mine, when I held them close.... how the mere presence of their new lives brightened my world with inexplicable joy.

Several weeks ago, I heard this version, and I've been playing it incessantly on my ipod.  It takes me back to that moment in time (like music often does) and allows me to wallow in my sweet memories.... makes my heart just explode with happiness.  How I love being their mommy... from the first time I saw their faces.  :)

Maybe you don't like this song.  Maybe it doesn't say anything to you all.  Maybe you love it, but it has completely different meaning.  That's the bliss of it.  No rules.  :)

(P.S.  To listen, you'll have to go to YouTube.  Just click the "play" button and it will redirect you.  Enjoy!)


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