MUSIC THAT MAKES ME CRY

Something weird happened to me between Disco and my first stint at teaching Early Morning Seminary. My musical choices switched from pop to those Seminary Cd's and now I can't find a niche.

Oh, I still love Mo-Tab, and Josh Groban and Il Divo, but try and dial that stuff on a radio station here in Maryland.

Not likely.

I'm not inclined to "rock-out" to often any more, and I can't relate to songs about pick-ups, honky-tonks or badonkadonks. I am a woman with out a radio station--a musical genre-less drifter, a station-flipper. . . and a CD switcher.

But the other day a station played a song that choked me up--"You're Gonna Miss This" by Trace Adkins. I could barely drive the car. It hit home that hard.

There are a few others that choke me up, like, "I'm Already There" by Lonestar, and "The Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts. Those will make me puddle-up every time as well.

I suppose it's because they're songs about families in varying stages--new love, parted love and and parental love. The older I get the more nostalgic I become. I realize how many moments I've lost--filed away in some irretrievable place in my memory, or worse, missed altogether because a load of wash needed to be folded or some spill needed mopping.

Maybe that's why that song hit me so hard . . . "You're Gonna Miss This". Yep, I sure do.