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My favorite part about music is not only how in life it plays a part

but how certain songs have the ability to attach themselves to our heart.

How once a song attaches…it’s like that song will never end….

and every time it visits…it’s like welcoming an old friend.

I was listening to music streaming through our Alexa the other day

when a song came on that reminded me of a friend who moved away.

Immediately this song became my personal chauffeur….

taking me on a drive through a forest of memories of her.

That same day I heard a song…it was one Elton John performed….

and I was driven to a group of friends…in my old college dorm.

I don’t remember their names…after all…it’s been so long….

but I remember there is happiness attached to that old song. 

When I hear a song that reminds me of Deborah…

as I listen to its music and sometimes sing along

I’m transported to the moment we both first heard that song.

I suppose that’s why listening to music is so easy to embrace

because of its ability to transcend…to transform time and space.

When I randomly listen to music…happily …I never know

If it's a song that once touched my heart…where I’m going to go.

I’d like to spend more time explaining exactly what I mean…

how certain songs set me free…

but the music is still streaming 

and it appears…my chauffeur’s calling me.

I am thankful to be living a life 

where music plays such an important part…

Where the right must

with the right words

heard in the company of people I love

so quickly finds a way into my heart.

I believe we’re created to be discoverers…from the moment of our birth!

meant to discover all the things we love…while here upon the Earth.

I think that’s why so often on a chid’s face a smile finds its way…

because they are discovering new things to love…new things in each and every day,

I’m not sure when I started loving Celtic music…

when the sound of the fiddle first made me grin…

I imagine it happened years ago…when heard my first violin. 

I’n not sure when I started loving an Irish accent

I imagine it was when I saw a woman from Ireland…

had the chance to meet her.

and I heard the same words that I speak…

Lout of her mouth…sound much sweeter.

I’m not sure when I started loving Celtic songs…

I imagine it was when I heard an Irish woman sing

In a voice as clear and beautiful as the mountain dew…in Spring.

I’m not sure when I started loving Irish dancing…

I imagine it was when I first was mesmerized by those flying feet…

and realized how so much grace and beauty could be paired with a rhythm and a beat.

I’m not sure when these loves began…I imagine each at a certain age

but yesterday we were treated to all these…together on one stage.

Opportunities to discover new things we love become harder to find

the older that we grow

So it’s nice when we rediscover things we learned to love…a long long time ago…

Which is why sitting in the theater…everything felt so comfortable…so right

as I watched and listened to the music and the dancing of a Celtic Summer’s Night.

And why as I sat mesmerized…to the beauty…the power…the grace

the same smile I smiled when I discovered these loves as a child…

found its way across my face.

He asked her to teach him about her music 

because there was so much he didn’t know.

He asked her to teach him about her music…

because he knew she loved it so.

So she shared within everything she knew

and slowly he came to know… 

what was special about her music…why she loved it so.

Soon he felt her love of music inside his own heart grow

And it wasn’t long until he smiled and said…

“I love your music so”.

For years they listened to the music together…

wherever they would go.

And anyone who knew them knew…how they loved their music so.

One day she asked as they were sitting

listening to the music playing low…

“Remember when you asked me to teach you about my music all those years ago?”

“Something I’ve been wondering lately…that I’d really like to know…

was that because you knew I loved my music so?”

“There are two parts to my answer.” He smiled.

“Both parts I’d like for you to know.

Yes, It was because you loved your music…

but, more than that, it was because I loved you so.”

She had always loved him…

And through the years she loved watching their love grow…

But in that moment she remembered

why she loves him so."