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The first record I ever played in my room was Grammy and Papa's John Denver LP (I'll explain what an LP is later). I bought his Greatest Hits CD when I purchased my first CD player, and my love for his music and lyrics have never left me. He was truly a great spirit and singer/song writer. His music reminds me of my favorite place, Colorado, as so much of his lyrics revolve around his reflections of the mountains.
A few years back, your Uncle Erik and I went on a road trip together for a long weekend to go camping and hiking in CO. We drove through the night, and Erik, knowing how much I loved JD, began playing his CD for me right as I was waking up to see our approach into the Rockies.
There is really nothing better than listening to "Rocky Mountain High" as you maneuver through those massive mountain ranges. Anyway, my nostalgia for the mountains always returns around this time of year...so I pop in JD's music and allow my mind and heart to remember some very special family vacations in CO. Daddy and I will take you there some day.
This past weekend, I listened to the CD while Emerson and I were running errands; I was thinking of you. For the first time, I felt the lyrics to one of the songs on the CD that I have heard hundreds of times before but with which I am just now connecting.
This is my song for you. I can't wait to meet you! Love, Mommy
For Baby
I’ll walk in the rain by your side
I’ll cling to the warmth of your hand
I’ll do anything to keep you satisfied
I’ll love you more than anybody can
And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
Leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
I’ll be there when you’re feelin’ down
To kiss away the fears if you cry
I’ll share with you all the happiness I’ve found
A reflection of the love in your eyes
And I’ll sing you the songs of the rainbow
A whisper of the joy that is mine
And leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
I’ll walk in the rain by your side
I’ll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand
I’ll do anything to help you understand
And I’ll love you more than anybody can
And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
Leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
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