Boy it’s been an age since I last posted! Wow! I won’t describe the horror, the horror, that has been our household the last few weeks…just glad to be back!
Came upon two songs that seem like the opposite parts of a conversation. They are both beautiful and both sad, and yet, somehow even better together.
I was impressed with my eldest when the first song made him cry. Even a few months ago, I don’t think he would have been mature enough to understand why it was sad. (Juss, for instance, told me “I’m not sad, Mommy!” ;-)
Dancing With Cinderella was written and performed by Steven Curtis Chapman. Just a few weeks ago, his 5-year old adopted daughter died in an accident; very sad, but from what I hear, the family is grieving without bitterness.
Kinda adds another layer to the song…
That is how I heard the song. They played it on the radio in honor of Maria Chapman. The Chapman’s websites have a charity of some kind that one can donate to in her honor. We want to do that!
We must stop making each other cry this way.
; )
Is it any wonder our dads were overprotective? How do they know we’re getting a Prince Charming and not a Humperdink?
Very true. Makes my dad glaring at John seem dear rather than annoying…of course, he did like John better than that other guys. ;-)
I think the realization that this was in fact “the one” made mon pere less than enthusiastic initially. Stealing Cinderella, I guess. Plus, we had a few years of college to go. Who knows what might happen? I’m sure under similar circumstances we might be a little uncertain ourselves.
However he warmed up when Steve asked for his permission to marry me and appreciated the very public on-bended-knee proposal. He sees the grand daughter everyday and is thus content with another Cinderella.
Steve and I have both come to the conclusion that it is a father’s sacred duty to be somewhat threatening. No dragon, no princess.
Dancing With Cinderella was written and performed by Steven Curtis Chapman. Just a few weeks ago, his 5-year old adopted daughter died in an accident; very sad, but from what I hear, the family is grieving without bitterness.
Kinda adds another layer to the song…
We must stop making each other cry this way.
; )
Is it any wonder our dads were overprotective? How do they know we’re getting a Prince Charming and not a Humperdink?
That is how I heard the song. They played it on the radio in honor of Maria Chapman. The Chapman’s websites have a charity of some kind that one can donate to in her honor. We want to do that!
Very true. Makes my dad glaring at John seem dear rather than annoying…of course, he did like John better than that other guys. ;-)
I think the realization that this was in fact “the one” made mon pere less than enthusiastic initially. Stealing Cinderella, I guess. Plus, we had a few years of college to go. Who knows what might happen? I’m sure under similar circumstances we might be a little uncertain ourselves.
However he warmed up when Steve asked for his permission to marry me and appreciated the very public on-bended-knee proposal. He sees the grand daughter everyday and is thus content with another Cinderella.
Steve and I have both come to the conclusion that it is a father’s sacred duty to be somewhat threatening. No dragon, no princess.
Speaking of tugging at heartstrings, I foiund a video on YouTube that is VERY moving/touching. I’m not going to post it in my LJ until Father’s Day, and I don’t want to say anything about the video right now, as I don’t want to give anything away…;)
Cool…I’ll look for it after Father’s Day. ;-)
Speaking of tugging at heartstrings, I foiund a video on YouTube that is VERY moving/touching. I’m not going to post it in my LJ until Father’s Day, and I don’t want to say anything about the video right now, as I don’t want to give anything away…;)
Cool…I’ll look for it after Father’s Day. ;-)