The Luckiest

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When Derek and I first fell in love, pretty much any love song made my heart swell. There are still a few that when I hear them, my heart skips a beat beause it just brings back the memories of the magic of falling in love. But when I hear new songs, they don’t illicit that response anymore-that heart swelling, love that I used to feel. Not that the love isn’t there because it is, even more so. But after 10 years, two kids, the ups and downs of real life, it just isn’t sugar coated anymore.

I just heard a song that made my heart skip. It swelled with love. My eyes welled up with tears. It stopped me in my cheerio-sweeping tracks. Isn’t love amazing? After 10 years, he still makes my heart skip. I truly am the luckiest.

The Luckiest
by Ben Folds

I don’t get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I’d been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I’d be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there’s an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I’m sorry, I know that’s a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I tried to get this song to play on my blog, but I can’t get it to work so I give up. Find it and go listen to it. You won’t be sorry.

7 Replies to “The Luckiest”

  1. I am going to try and find it – I havent ever heard it either! But I like! Are you going to come in town next weekend for Staci’s shower – email me.

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