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.
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.