Throw Back Thursday: you and me, we were meant to be

Another throwback Thursday post that I wrote in October of 2006 When primo was 6 months old and we were living in Indianapolis.

Yesterday I tried my hand at making Beef Stew and though it wasn’t horrible it was definitely not as good as Beautiful’s. I guess the beauty of beef stew is that as long as it’s not burned you can’t really go wrong. While we were eating our stew, with Primo on the table in his baby catapult, we listened to “The World’s Greatest Love Songs” at least according to some one who posted the songs on Torrentspy. There were some classic songs that weren’t bad, they just weren’t love songs. Beautiful and I laughed as each new track would come up, not exactly the romantic mood I was hoping to create but fun none the less. It got me thinking about what makes a good love song and while I’m not sure the criteria I do know a couple of good examples:

One of the best memories I have as a kid is driving, anywhere, with my parents. The music playing, Mark and I in the back fighting over seat space like it was the Korean DMZ. One of the things that I hoped for and would try to will into being while we were in the car was Danny’s Song by Kenny Loggins to come on the radio. If that song came on we were in for a treat. The border skirmishes stopped and Mark and I looked up into the front of the car in rapt awe. My dad would turn up the music, look over at my mom like he was going to cry, and put his hand on her leg to gently tap out the beat. From the back we knew we didn’t have money, we knew that he was so in love with her, we knew that we would be OK with these two. This song sums up my childhood more then any other I can think of. What ever song came up next would lead my dad to turn the windshield wipers on and off to the beat, dance in his seat like a roster showing off and make his biceps dance. We would laugh and try to sing along whether we knew the words or not, now that is a love song.

I am not sure what that song is going to be for Primo as he is growing up but I think This is Us by Mark Knopfler and Emmy Lou Harris might contend. When this song comes on I look over at Beautiful the way my dad looked over at my mom when their song came on. I am filled with joy at how lucky I am, and how heavy the moment is. I wish I could keep the beat with my biceps and make her laugh the way my dad made us laugh in the car. I can do the dance, and I know now why he did it. He did it because he had to do something to release those emotions before he started crying and the roster dance was as good an outlet as any.

What songs do you have?

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