Nearly one year ago I wrote a song..
I wrote it in minnesota while I was home for Christmas. I was so relieved that I could finally spend a birthday at home on the lake with family and friends. I was reminded of this song last night when my parents called me to let me know that Nikki (our family dog) could no longer get up, and that plans were to have a vet come to our home, and euthanize her.
I couldn’t stop the tears last night as I showered.. and couldn’t help but think the she was the second gift I’ve lost this year.
Some people think of life in seasons.. and I think I agree with that for the most part..
But so much of it is horribly unnatural. I don’t mean loss itself is unnatural.. but the flow of joy and sadness. How sharply it can turn at a moments notice.
Oh, how I wish life was a stream.. easing me gently into each coming change.. but it isnt <3
I suppose, I’m trying to open my eyes to the evolving gifts around me. It looks cheesy now that I’ve typed it, but I dont care.
its true.
It’s going to be a busy month, and I’ll do my best to keep up with it..but i’ll be itching to return to the powdery snow, bonfires, candlelit dinners and home-cooked meals.
Here are the lyrics to the song I wrote last Christmas:
Unwrapped
The Snow is here
Along with everyone I love.
For the first time ,
We will spend the New Year.
It is a gift to me.
its unwrapped, and its free.
It is a gift to me..
and I count my blessings..
1,2,3
My dog’s getting older.
She can’t run like she used to,
and I spent the better part of today..
Meeting acceptance.
Cause she is a gift to me.
Guarding my door as I sleep.
she is a gift to me
And her loyalty..is free.
I’m in love
With the picture of logic.
And everything inside..is telling me
Don’t you let him go.
Cause he is a gift to me
Holding me close while I sleep
He is a gift to me
And I’d do anything..
For the way he looks at me.
