Stay Together: Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes feature

I was raised on “oldies” music. Our radio dials were set to stations that represented my parents’ time. Popping in one of my dad’s 8 track tapes for the day’s music was as normal as a PB&J sandwich for lunch.

So it shouldn’t be a big surprise that when I dreamt of getting married to my husband that “our song” would be an oldie. I pictured an old song for a life of growing old that I planned on doing with him.

One night, early in our relationship, before we were married and after a big long distance fight with Brian, I called the oldie station and had them play a song for Brian. I was feeling low and sad and missing the sound of his voice – even in anger and frustration.  I had only heard the song in a commercial. But it struck me – powerful and meaningful. It was the song that I wanted to dance to with him for the rest of our lives. And yes, despite only hearing it in a commercial, I knew that this was the song.

I was uber cool back then and turned that song along with many others that I picked for him and hoped reminded him of home and me into a “mix tape” (you remember those, I know you do) and shipped it off to Orlando where he was stationed in Navy Power School. I added my own personal message to the end of the tape so that when he couldn’t call me he would at least have my voice.

Fast forward about a year and a half later: We didn’t get the wedding dance like I’d hoped but I remember a night with a crying one month old baby boy and a sleep deprived me. Brian had just come in from his second job delivering pizzas and found me rocking our first born who refused to be consoled.

Maybe it was the smell of pizza on my young husband or his reassuring tone but our boy seemed to take attention to this dad the moment he picked him up from me. I left Brian to fuss with the baby and I wandered off to bed. Moments later I heard my ancient two tape deck complete with turntable, stereo belting out the song I’d sent to him on the tape. I got back out of bed and peeked around the corner from our bedroom in our tiny shoe-box of an apartment.

There he stood, singing softly to our son and dancing him around the room; the tiny boy quiet and listening to his dad singing along to the music.

And this is what he sang:

I knew I picked the right song for us. In a heartbeat I’d pick it again.

Do you and your partner have a “song”? I’d love for you tell me in the comments!

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About Nichole Smith

Nichole Smith has written 758 post in this blog.

Founder of Chaos in the Country and (original) The Guilty Parent blog, Nichole is a professional writer, blogger, social media strategist, and collector of yarn, books, and pretty paper.

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  1. Thank you for joining in with me this week! I always love to read the stories!
    Amanda @ High Impact Mom recently posted…Tuesday Tunes: Dirty HeadsMy Profile

  2. Thank you for joining in with me this week! I always love to read the stories!
    Amanda @ High Impact Mom recently posted…Tuesday Tunes: Dirty HeadsMy Profile

  3. Awwww…..ours is “Thank You” by Led Zeppelin
    Heather @Domestic Extraordinaire recently posted…the house that JOY builtMy Profile

  4. Awwww…..ours is “Thank You” by Led Zeppelin
    Heather @Domestic Extraordinaire recently posted…the house that JOY builtMy Profile

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