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Albums That Feel Like First Kisses

“Try to describe to me how music makes you feel.” A question from my kindergarten teacher. “I love music a lot. I think kissing will make me feel the way I feel when I hear my favorite music.” She chuckled. I didn’t understand her laugh. I was being so serious. Music caught my breath in my chest. I thought about every Disney kiss I had ever watched on VHS. I thought about Almonzo Wilder kissing Laura Ingalls in my paperback book from the Bookmobile. Why was this comical to her?

I only kissed two guys before Dave. I wanted to kiss a few dozen more from middle school to college, but I was never brave enough to initiate a kiss. The guys I liked never chose me for that moment you read in hundreds of books. When he takes your hands, your eyes lock, you look away slightly embarrassed, and your lips touch that very first time. And it feels like music.

When Dave and I were friends, he mentioned that he wouldn’t kiss again unless he knew he loved her and wanted to kiss only her for the rest of his life. Several months later, I wasn’t expecting to be kissed. I was surprised and elated when he asked if he could kiss me. My hands in his hands. We looked into one another’s eyes. Then I looked down, remembering his words. This was more than a first kiss. This was a declaration. Our lips met and it was the most incredible feeling. I remembered thinking, “This is my last first kiss.” And that feeling in my chest was the same feeling I had the first time I heard U2’s Heartland.

Most people have songs that move them. I have those in spades. But I also have albums. Entire albums that give me that feeling so far into my chest, I think it must burn me up completely.

I doubt mine do the same for others. We are all so different. But these albums are mine, from start to finish. And that feeling of kissing your spouse for the first time floods me.

That first kiss, and all the dating and engagement kisses that follow, are nothing like married kisses. Two categories that rarely overlap. Those first kisses leave you wanting what you don’t even know. When evenings end with kissing and can’t go any further. For me, music is like those kisses, because I can’t ever get enough. I want to feel more from that song. Dance more. Cry more.

But married kisses almost always lead to that act that transcends the music. Where the lyrics can’t fulfill, those married nights together are everything you imagined as a college girl holding his hand at an amusement park.

Last year, Dave bought Coldplay’s Ghost Stories for me. I listened to it on repeat all the way to Kansas City and back. I was on 71 thinking about our first kiss. He had that album ready for me, along with coffee, and a goodbye kiss. I was taking the girls to the hospital and he had a meeting he couldn’t miss. His goodbye kiss wasn’t his normal goodbye kiss. It said, “Please be careful. I love you. I want to be leaving with you right now. Please, please, please be careful.” And that album was in my chest for 7 hours. It became one of mine.

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Here are a few of my albums. They are part of the soundtrack for my life. I equate them with heartburn and happy/sad/mad tears and being incandescently in love, to steal Lizzie’s words. I want to dance and laugh and kiss my husband and travel all over the world and spoon on our couch while children sleep and travel back to 2003 for our first kiss. And sing. Always singing.

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“Baby! You Said!” {Graham sings Keane…}

Graham sings this Keane song to Bess. Several times a day. He actually calls it “Elizabiff Mae’s Song” and I want to melt into the puddle of a mama who hopes he always thinks that.

Here is the first time. He was trying to get her to stop crying. She had been screaming for hours. {This was early-November, or what I like to call the pre-dairyfree days.}

“Elizabiff Mae! I will sing your song. It’s called ‘Elizabiff Mae’s Song’ and it goes like dis…

Baby! You said. Wun wif me wherever I go! Baby! You said. I no ever want to hatee ho.”

{Graham fills in all unknown lyrics with gibberish. Or possible fox sounds.}

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Five Minute Friday {ordinary}

I have nothing to write. My brain is on four hours of sleep. I have slept approximately 60 hours in 3 weeks. I look at the word ‘ordinary’ and so many things come to mind. Something about Graham seeing all the ordinary things Elizabeth does throughout the day and seeing them as extraordinary. She opens her eyes and he runs to her side. She yawns and he gives her a speech about how she needs to keep sleeping so she can grow big and roll with him on the floor. I hold back tears as he says ‘roll’ like it is the biggest accomplishment a baby can attain. Graham doesn’t think in terms of crawling and walking and running. He has a measuring stick called Adelaide and he loves that she rolls to him. And away from him. My mind is also full of something else about Adelaide rarely doing ordinary things but still seeming extraordinary in all she accomplishes. She is like a tiny flame in our house. She ebbs and flows and we watch with bated breath. Just like we watch Elizabeth. Graham watches them both and doesn’t know what is ‘normal and ordinary’ and what is ‘extraordinary and amazing’…and that is fine with me. They are one in the same. Mundane = Marvelous. He knows he has two baby sisters who do new things everyday. Did you know Adelaide said ‘Bye’ today? For the first time. We have been waiting months for her to say it and it just came out. And it wasn’t an ordinary thing. It was miraculous. It has been almost 6 months since they told us she may never talk. That she may need to sign everything. And use assistive technology. So the out-of-the-ordinary made our day. Elizabeth started smiling yesterday. That is ordinary. Most babies will do that. But Graham is enamored and he squeals when she smiles. Our house is full of milestones and inchstones and all are celebrated. Because ceasing to celebrate in both the large and miniscule or the extraordinary and the just-plain-ordinary would send me stark raving mad. This Mama needs both the gigantic accomplishments and the teensy weensy moments of being able to see some progress. Just anything. But, honestly, the first thing I thought of when I read this week’s prompt was this Keane song. For real.

‘You think your days are ordinary
And no one ever thinks about you
But we’re all the same
And she can hardly breathe without you’

I am not the deep writer people think I am, but a person who thinks of a pop song and looks it up on Youtube while she writes some ramblings about her three amazing children. The three blessings who turn any ordinary second in this universe into the most extraordinary solar flare.

Time’s Up…

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Five Minute Friday

Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Be generous and leave an encouraging comment for the person who linked up before you. That’s the best part about this community.

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