musical memories

Today as I baked some blackberry cobbler I popped a CD into the player. As I listened to the fun sounds of Colors it took me back to another time... a time of building Mesopotamian fortresses in the living room and dancing on the kitchen table. Of sneaking freshly baked cookies into the library, apartment goals, and scavenger hunts. Of election night dinners (red, white, and blue), fajita nights, and celebrating hump days. Of pulling all-nighters, performing at the ward talent show (Dear John anyone?), and dance parties in the lobby. Of Lavina C. Fugal Hall and Southridge. Isn't it amazing that a song (or a CD full of them) can trigger memories like that? There are songs that remind me of church dances, sitting in Traci's car before school, singing with Katie at the Life Care Center, and even of being stood up. Songs that remind me of Rich--sentimental songs that remind me of our courtship or other songs that have become inside jokes. I'm so grateful for these memories and the songs that trigger them. To quote ABBA: Who could live without it, I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we? So I say thank you for the music for giving it to me!