I want to stop time:
to cry.
to heal.
to recover.
to sleep.
I wish time would stop because I’m not ready to say goodbye to the month of November. The month that our baby girl came in and out of our lives. The month that I sat listening to her little heartbeat for 11 days, watching it on a monitor for another 7 days and then feeling it under my fingertip when it finally stopped. (sigh) The month that gave us those precious 6 hours straight with her. The month that was all about her, our little angel.
Thankfully, we have these two to keep us grounded. These two to squeeze a little tighter and hold a little longer.
I have always loved the “Winter Song” by Sara Bareilles. It’s such a pretty song. I was listening to my Christmas playlist last night, and it came on, and all the lyrics took on a whole new meaning. The line:
“December never felt so wrong, cause you’re not where you belong; inside my arms.”
-made me cry. It’s like they wrote it for me.
I was worried about heading right into Christmas, how I would feel about everything, and I’m actually happy to have it to look forward to. Celebrating the birth of our savior, listening to songs all about angels and peace, and enjoying our two as they soak in all the magic of Christmas, is exactly what I need.
Winter Song
Winter Song Lyrics
-Sara Bareilles
(feat. Ingrid Michaelson)
bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon,
it rolls in from the sea
My voice; a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light,
to carry you to me.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love
They say that things just cannot grow
beneath the winter snow,
or so I have been told.
They say were buried far,
just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
cause you’re not where you belong;
inside my arms.
bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum
I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change
and life will find a way.
Ill be your harvester of light
and send it out tonight
so we can start again.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
cause you’re not where you belong;
inside my arms.
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon
it rolls in from the sea.
My love a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
to carry you to me.
