I met a young lady last summer.  She had eyes full of light and two beautiful babies.  I sat for hours talking to her and her family.  We talked about Noelle, about life, being a young mother.  I held her baby in my arms and rocked her to sleep. 

I woke up to Noelle's voice this morning, thanks to FaceBook memories.  Thank you, thank you, thank you Facebook for giving me that!  Then I was reminded that "It's a Beautiful Day" when this song came on the radio...

This was one of Noelle's "funeral" songs; instead of sadness, I was washed in peace listening to the lyrics. 

Last night I looked through an old stack of records at a coffee shop downtown.  Feeling the albums slip past my fingertips, I longed for a record player and my Dad's collection of LPs.  Pandora doesn't have shit on the clicks and slips of vinyl. 

Isn't it wonderful what music can do for your soul?  Even though the saddest love song can take you back to that EXACT first time your heart was broken, make you yearn for "the one that got away"; the emotions music brings to our surface is amazing!