All posts tagged: music

Story for My Daughter on Her First Birthday

Thirty years ago, the nurse did not ask my mom, “do you have a playlist?” And because I – a tangled mess – was cut out, I’ve always wondered which song played the day my mom and dad drove me home. It must have been some country song because the car radio was usually tuned to 99.9 KLUR. So, twelve months ago, when the nurse asked if I had a playlist, I paid close attention to the songs streaming through my phone. Which song would welcome you to the world? “Why aren’t my songs playing in order?” “It’ll only shuffle unless you pay for the upgrade,” your dad said. Minutes became hours, and it was anyone’s guess if an electric guitar or a banjo would introduce the next song. That evening, the doctor and nurses and strange shadowers experienced my eclectic music taste: Switchfoot, Judy Garland, City on a Hill, The Rolling Stones, Chris Tomlin, Bob Dylan, Jakob Dylan, Alison Krauss, Jars of Clay, Modest Mouse, Doc Watson, Tom Petty, Jill Philips, and Aaron Shust. …

Time With God Is Like Tuning In to a Radio Station.

Morning people make me sick. It’s like they step out with a cup of coffee in one hand and give a friendly wave with the other. It’s like they’re the gosh-danged sunshine, no matter the weather. Maybe my sickness is really just old-fashioned jealously. I’d like to be a morning person. Not the waving-at-everyone sort, but I’d like to at least wake up before the sun not in a grouchy mood. This is why I’d like to wake early and in a good mood: Abigail. When the baby wakes, the day starts and it does not stop until she goes to sleep at night. (She really is the sunshine of my day.) Even nap time is unreliable. Even when nap time actually works, I’m a little on edge as I wait for those first cries. During the day, any scrap of free time is precious and usually used up for chores and other noble pursuits. If it’s used up for “me time,” I inevitably ask, “why don’t I do this before Abigail wakes up each …