day 135: stop this train
I don't think I'm the only one who connects so many memories within one 3-minute song.
Today, driving up north to my hometown for two days, this song came across my iPod. I can't recall the first time I heard it, but one certain time it played, in the car, just for me, is ingrained in this girl's memory.
It had to have been at least after 11:00 one late summer night last year. The kids were sound asleep, safe in their beds, husband on the couch watching tv, and me on the way to Meijer. Grocery shopping was just calling my name. But my emotions were pent up, because the man sitting on the couch had told me that evening what he had learned: a deployment was coming up. Very soon. And as if I had planned it, when I turned the key in the ignition and backed the well-loved mini-van out of the garage, this song started playing on the radio. It's the first verse and the chorus that hit me, perfectly, square in the forehead.
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