Wednesday, May 18, 2011

This Song Still Gets Me Every Time!

If you're a country fan, then you've heard this song.  If you aren't, then please just humor me for a minute.  If you've battled infertility or are currently doing so, you really need to listen to this song.  If you can't bring yourself to listen to it, then at least read the lyrics below.  Especially the last verse.  It gives me chills (and sometimes tears!) EVERY time I hear it, even years after its release. 

We Laughed Until We Cried
by Jason Aldean

Going through my closet the other day
Found an old yearbook, flipped right to the page
Of that senior trip down there on that Panama strip
We all started yelling when we smelled the beach
Just couldn't wait to try our fake IDs
We only had a few days, and a whole lot of memories to make
Oh man we were living, didn't waste one minute
We talked and drank and danced and said goodbye
We laughed until we cried

This past year my family
Was sitting cross-legged 'round the Christmas tree
Listening to granddad, we all knew it would probably be his last
He was cracking jokes and we were taking turns
Telling stories bout fishing or lessons learned
Out on the porch with him we all felt like kids again

Oh man we were living, sitting there reminiscing,
Yeah, we sang and talked and traveled back in time
We laughed until we cried

It's like the best days under the sun
Every emotion rolled into one
A little of this, A little of that
Kinda happy, Kinda sad

Just the other night the baby was cryin
So I got out of bed rocked her awhile and I held her tight
And I told her it would be all right
My mind went back to a few years ago
We tried so long, we almost gave up hope
And I remember you comin' in and tellin me the news
Oh man we were livin, goin crazy in the kitchen
We danced and screamed and held each other tight
We laughed until we cried

Monday, May 16, 2011

Protecting Feelings

There's something I want to blog about. SO BAD. It is potentially really exciting for someone I love and I want to share it. And record the events and accompanying thoughts and feelings. And squeal in delight. Publicly.

But I can't.

Unfortunately, there's someone who may be reading this blog who would be embarrassed at best and devastatingly hurt and angry at worst.

So now, here I am. Left with a decision. I don't enjoy hurting people, especially those I love. So I'll keep it to myself and try not to explode.

Cause, know, that'd be pretty messy. I'm not a skinny girl!

Why can't I just be a jerk and say what I think, regardless of potential repercussions, like so many other people in this world?! Why do I choose not to call 'em as I see 'em when doing so would surely be so liberating?!