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You See The Light In Me

I came across this song the other day and it is quite possibly the sweetest song I have heard in – well, maybe ever.

It brings tears to my eyes every time I listen to it.  Ok, maybe not EVERY time.  But lots of times for sure.  It simply makes me smile and makes my heart swell.  Here’s why.  First, Ingrid Michaelson and her husband Greg Laswell are adorable.  Second, I am sappy and this sweet duet captures something beautiful, unspoken and miraculous about love.  It reminds me that true love is the gift of someone loving you (and your broken parts) AND seeing the light in you, even when you don’t.

Perhaps it’s nearly 18 years of marriage that make my eyes well and my heart swell when I hear this song.  I think back to the days when Jason and I were just kids dating – there was certainly a lot of “light” to see.  We were so young and full of promise!  And now, 22 years later we’ve aged and “broken parts” are certainly more prevalent – both inside and out.

There are days when I look in a mirror and see a tired and worn reflection, hear myself distastefully raise my voice at the kids, lose patience with everyone around me, and just feel overwhelmingly insignificant.  It’s on these days, when Jason comes home to a cool, tired welcome that he most certainly does not deserve, that I wonder why he smiles as he looks at me.  What, I wonder could he possibly still see in me?

And I know exactly what it is he sees…it’s that light.  And I know that’s what it is because I see still see the same in him.  In fact, it just might shine a little brighter now than ever before.

This song will make you smile.  Or tear up.  Or sing along.  Or replay a thousand times. The lyrics are below.  Watch, listen and then go out and see the light in those you love.

The end.

Lyrics:
I’ve tried my hand in silence,
it seems I should come clean.
When it comes to you and me girl,
I’ve avoided saying one thing
Its been there for a while now,
this line I will now sing
Till your mine, till your mine, I’ll sing

Oh baby, my baby,
You’ve held me
through many broken hearts
And maybe, just maybe
You can fix all my broken parts

And you took me by surprise
When you took my hand
And you with your dark brown eyes
You see the light, that I can’t see
You see the light in me.

 

 

 

The Best Valentine’s Day

The night before Valentine’s Day the stars aligned and everyone was home for dinner.  I love these nights.  Now that everyone goes in different directions with various activities, it doesn’t happen as often as I would like it to.  The kids were all abuzz talking about the valentines they had made and plans for school for the next day.  One strand of conversation led to the other, as it often does at our table for 6, and Jason and I found ourselves being asked about our past Valentine’s Days together.  We had a few good stories for the kids and they listened intently with broad smiles on their faces, hanging on our every description, their minds trying to imagine us as in our younger days.

We told them a few good stories of past Valentine’s Days, most of which they had heard before.  Like the time we borrowed a car (neither of us had a car in college) and spent the afternoon in a beautiful local park and went to dinner at an Italian place that we really couldn’t afford.  We laughed retelling the story because it wasn’t an expensive or fancy place by any means, but we were both broke and it was a stretch at the time.  We were just thrilled to be out and away from campus alone together.

We truly thought we were all that and a bag of chips.  And we were.

It was a great, innocent and lovely day.

We then shared our favorite story – the one they knew was coming. The special valentine that lasted for months and was shared with the entire campus.  Jason decided to leave me a large valentine message that I would see first thing in the morning when I opened the shades.  He wrote with flour in very large letters “I (heart) YOU KEL” on the lawn in front of the dorm.

It was sweet.  It was cute.  It was large.  It made me smile and my heart swell.  It radiated in the sunlight!

And then, the next day…it rained.

And the flour turned to paste and did not wash away as Jason had planned.

In fact, it stayed for a very long time.  It eventually killed the grass, leaving a lasting valentine message that was burned into the lush lawn for all to see.  I am sure the groundskeepers who took meticulous care of our beautiful campus were not amused.  Nor likely were the other students who woke up to see my message every morning until spring bore new life and the grass finally grew.  But it is a great story and we laugh ourselves silly every time we tell it.

We especially laughed this time because for whatever reason, the kids thought it was supremely hilarious.  They have heard the story before but for some reason it was funnier that Valentine’s eve (perhaps it was the extra Fun-Dip I allowed them to have after school).  As things go, one funny story resulted in another funny story and on and on it went.  Eventually they were done giggling at our stories and had moved on to telling jokes.  They were having a ball, just laughing and being silly, making up names for each other and being ridiculous.  They were so enjoying each other that they didn’t notice that Jason and I were totally removed from their conversation and giggles.  I had gotten up from the table and started the dishes and Jason joined me at the sink.

Jason and I listened to them having fun in their own world at the table.  We looked at each other and smiled knowingly.  The stories we shared with them were funny to be sure.  But they were also somehow magical in that they held all the promises of our youth and the innocence of young, true love.

All the walking down memory lane that night was a treat, as it always is. But standing at the sink and watching our kids laugh and talk with each other was a true gift.  A moment to be savored.

In those few minutes it all came together for me – sharing the promises of the past with the gifts and joys of our present and future was a true blessing.

And I do believe that made it the best Valentine’s Day yet.