Growing up

I had a 25 minute drive each way today to do some shopping. I'd put an old cd in the stereo last week, but hadn't listened to it until today. The kids indulged the turned up volume and my singing along. It's amazing how music can transport you to a different time and place. I don't think I realized how much I grew up with this music.

I was awash in memories...

...a 16 year old devastated by a change in plans and my big brother bought me a CD that made me feel at least a little bit better... sitting in my car, confused and second guessing decisions I'd made; but He showed me the answer I needed and I walked through the door He unlocked... a girl longing for love and wondering when someone would feel about me the way I heard it expressed in a song... struggling through major life changes and disappointments and figuring out what I believed and Who I believed in... a night spent waiting to say goodbye to one who wasn't mine... being half a world away and missing the familiar; putting my headphones on and listening to music that made me feel connected to the life I missed...finally understanding what they were talking about when it came to love...

And then it's back to reality. I'm married to my best friend, mom to the greatest kids and driving a station wagon. Is the life I imagined as that 16 year old, sitting on her floor crying? Or sitting on a boat in Africa wishing I were home?

Nope.

It's better.

...in case you care i was listening to this...