Striking a Chord - Heart Throb
Today we move on to the next “musical moment” and that would be hearing my husband, then boyfriend, Aaron playing a song on his guitar over the phone. We had really just started talking, but did so just about every night. He was at school in Kentucky, and I was in school here in Illinois, which left us the telephone. I was so giddy about this guy, and I remember him asking if I wanted to hear him play. I was expecting the typical “guy playing the guitar” act. You know, where it takes them five minutes to find the right chords, and their voice cracks in and out of pitch. You pretend you loved it and secretly wish they never play for you again. However, I was pleasantly surprised. Aaron set down the phone; I heard him distantly in his room, picking up his guitar, and then he started playing and singing, and I remember thinking that he had the most beautiful voice I had ever heard – and, well, it moved me to tears (seems I cry a lot). Right then I knew, I had to have this heart throb all to myself. I knew that he got what I got out of music, and out of life.
Now he writes songs about our son, and I'm not sure if I've ever swooned more. "Dinosaur Dan" and "Why Aren't You Sleeping Hayes" top the list of my favorites. Anyway, I am so blessed to have this guy all to myself for the rest of my life, and I continue to look forward to hearing the music that he creates.
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