Monday, December 22, 2008

Isn’t it amazing how something so simple can trigger a memory so deep?  You hear a song from your past and suddenly you can feel all those emotions and feelings you felt so long ago…it’s like it just propels you back in time.

Yea… Faith Hill does that to me.

When Scott and I were dating in college, I spent one memorable Thanksgiving at his family’s home.  That evening we were sitting around the dining room table playing Rummikub when I remembered that the Faith Hill TV special was on that evening, and I commented on that fact.  His mom then turned the TV on in the kitchen so we could listen to it while playing the game.  I saw that her husband Tim McGraw was on stage with her and commented something to the effect of, “Oh, this is the song she sings with her husband Tim McGraw, I love this song.”

I thought they were singing the song, “It’s Your Love.”  (don’t roll your eyes..I know it’s a sappy love song, what can I say, I was young, in love, a complete sap… and about to be humiliated….)

As we sat there playing Rummikub I quickly realized, they weren’t singing the song I thought they were.   I tried to avert my impending humiliation and say something to the effect of, “Oh, ya know we don’t really need to watch this… uh…let’s turn it off and just chat…”  But my future mother in law was so sweet and said something to the effect of, “Oh no, we can watch it, no problem.”

I promise the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.  Suddenly no one was talking and all eyes and ears were on the TV to watch the concert that Crystal, Scott’s girlfriend, wanted to watch. 

Yes, let’s listen to this song, that she likes so much. 

Here is where I start turning all sorts of shades of red because they aren’t singing “It’s Your Love”, they are singing their other duet, “LET’S MAKE LOVE” and there I am sitting around the table with my boyfriend, his mom, his dad, and his grandparents listening to the lyrics,

“Let’s make love
All night long
Until our strength is gone
Hold on tight
Just let go
I want to feel you in my soul
Until the sun comes up
Let’s make love”

I am definitely tomato red at this point and am quickly trying to make this very awkward moment just go away…saying something about how they have this other duet they sing which I thought this was, and oops I was wrong… and let’s just turn it off… and his dear sweet grandma who is hard of hearing, says, “Turn it up, I can’t hear it”  ‘What are they saying” and it just kept getting louder and louder….

A few years later when Scott and I were picking songs for our reception, my dad so “kindly” suggested, we dance to that Faith Hill song I loved so much.

Yea…I don’t think so….

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We decided to take a spontaneous trip to DC this Saturday.  And by spontaneous, I really mean spontaneous.  When we left the house we were deciding between a trip to Hersheypark or the local train garden and drive through light display.  Basically, we were looking for a fun evening out enjoying some holiday cheer.  As we were driving, we got the idea of going into DC to see the National Christmas Tree.  And to top it off, we thought we’d take the metro in so the kids could “ride a train underground.”

After our ride in, we grabbed dinner at the food court in the post office pavilion, but unfortunately at 6:00 on a Saturday, it was pretty much closed, so we paid way to much for what was basically microwaved hot dogs (though the kids ate every bite) and walked about 3 blocks to the White House. 

Things were off to a great start… fun ride on the metro, kids favorite food for dinner, walk in the city in freezing cold weather…by the time we got to the tree, the kids were too cold to really care.  Their response was, “Why doesn’t it have candy canes?”  We took several pics of the tree, the white house and the cold kiddos, took a look at the model train display, which they truly loved, and headed back to the metro. 

The walk back to the metro was about twice as long.   You might think I am exaggerating and it just felt that long b/c our dear baby was screaming at the top of her longs the whole way and we were holding her, while pushing the big kids in the double stroller, in the freezing cold. 

But that wasn’t the reason.

Somehow, we got onto the wrong street and we kept walking, and walking and walking before we realized that we hadn’t come this way, and oh wait this isn’t Pennsylvania Ave.   We asked directions from a nice man who steered us to the nearest metro, which we happily boarded.

The ride home was pure bliss.  My youngest sat on my lap playing with my necklace and my hair, while the older two sat with their Daddy and eagerly stared out the window.

As we walked to our van at our metro stop, we asked everyone what their favorite part was.  

The answer?

The Metro Ride

Funny thing is, I couldn’t agree more.  So even though we took 192 pictures of our evening into the Nation’s Capital to see the White House and the National Christmas tree, I leave you with this one picture, which pretty much sums up our favorite part of the evening.

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