It seems that in this, my eighteenth week of pregnancy, I’ve moved on from comfort food to comfort music.
As I think back to the tunes that enveloped my childhood, suddenly I’m craving a return of the “classics.”
My mom had us listening to Ray Boltz‘s Concert of a Lifetime, Stephen Curtis Chapman (Saddle up your horses!), Twila Paris (How Beautiful still makes me emotional), Sandi Patty, Carman (The Witches Invitation, anyone? I can’t believe that video didn’t terrify me. And The Champion!), Kathi Trocolli and a host of others.
My sister and I thought we were sOoOoOoOooo cool ‘cuz we rocked out to D.C. Talk. Yeah, we carried our boom boxes around on full blast. If you watch this video, you’ll see just how awesome we were back in the day:
I had the biggest crush on Kevin, the one with the longer hair (of course). And, yes, we mimicked these dance moves on the playground:
(I’m almost in tears from laughing so hard!)
I wanna go back.
Because of this and my internal musical nesting instincts, I’m spending the evening weeding out old music and categorizing my faves. This boy is going to have the best taste in tunes!
And one more thing is for certain, I have got to get my hands on the old G.T. and the Halo Express stories. When I was a little girl, I loved imagining all of the characters and to this day I still remember all of their sing-along Bible verses. Their song II Thessalonians 3:3 was particularly comforting in times that I was afraid. I can still hear it in my head.