My husband wrote this and sent it to me last week, suggesting he be a “guest blogger.” This is shocking because A) my husband never writes anything, B) I didn’t realize my husband thought any of this, and C) he admits to crying(!). Because of A-C, I’m happy to post his blog for this week’s chapter.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been working my way through our entire music library (65 GB worth of music—about 12,000 songs) on our new, fancy, grown-up stereo.
I’m not an emotional guy by any means, but music tends to take me a bit out of my element (like writing this) and can sometimes tear me up a bit. But still, I’d never have fathomed my reaction when finally getting down to the W’s in the library while playing The Who’s Tommy.
For those not familiar, Tommy was a rock opera written by The Who. It’s about a young boy who ended up in a catatonic state after seeing his dad killed. The parents try a number of doctors and therapies, to no avail. But he does come out of it, and in the end you could say the mom/son duo was the reason for it, albeit in a rock ‘n roll sort of way…
So I come to my favorite song on the CD, “Go to the Mirror!” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPzY30v9mtg)
I obviously haven’t listened to the song—or concentrated on the lyrics—in many years. Even with tears streaming down my face, I couldn’t stop listening and rewinding – over and over and over again.
I’d like to think if Logan could express what Laura means to him, and what she means to our family, these lyrics would be a good start:
Listening to you, I get the music
Gazing at you, I get the heat
Following you, I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet
Right behind you, I see the millions
On you, I see the glory
From you, I get opinions
From you, I get the story
I know I never express it enough, but I am so grateful to my wife for everything. We wouldn’t be as far as we are up the mountain without her in the lead, and because of her pushing all the diet changes we’ve gone through, I think we can start to see the peak.