You move me. You give me courage I didn’t know I had. You move me. Now I can’t go with you and stay where I am. You move me, out of myself and into the fire. You move me, now I’m burning with love and with hope and desire. You move me. You get me dancing and you make me sing. You move me, now I’m taking delight in every little thing. – Garth Brooks
I’ve always been a big fan of Garth Brooks but only first heard that song my senior year in high school when BW (random high school BF) added it to a mix tape that he gave me. Yeah, I said that; Mix tape. Now that we know I’m ancient, we’ll move on. I was in love. Not with B, sadly as my mom seemed to be smitten with him. But with that song. It spoke to my hopeful, teenage heart. Unfortunately, when I saw Mr. Brooks in concert last fall, that old time favorite was not on the docket.
This morning while traveling to work with my sometimes assistant, G, this song came on after her standard request for “Fight Song”. I turned it up and began belting it out, of course. And as I looked in my rear view mirror that is always turned to reflect her little face, her massive, brown eyes were staring at me almost knowingly. I’ve been told repeatedly that my little G is intuitive. And I’ve been the recipient on multiple occasions of statements that are far beyond her tiny little mind and life experience. Her perception of my feelings and the situation is truly otherworldly. I told G that this was my song to her. She smiled and as I continued singing, tears began to pour onto my makeup slathered face. Read More