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Monday, November 27, 2006

These are the Days

I can't say I especially recommend the movie "Nine Months," which I borrowed from a friend, but if you ever have a moment to watch the very last scene I do highly recommend THAT. It involves a record player, a song by Van Morrison called "These are the Days," (which is lovely in that Van-Morrison-way that makes you wistful even for things you've never experienced) two parents, and their baby boy.

Since I am expecting to give birth to my second baby in one week and am fiercely in love with the first one I have, as well as the man with whom I had him, the song and the scene were very moving to me. As Morrison sings, truly these are the days . . .

These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there's only future
There's only here, there's only now

Oh your smiling face, your gracious presence
The fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory
Crying freedom in the night

These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one magician
Turned the water into wine

These are days of the endless dancing and the
Long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When Im holding you oh, so tight

These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one great magician
Turned water into wine

These are the days now that we must savour
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You've got to hold them in your heart.

Van Morrison, from Avalon Sunset, 1989


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4 Comments:

Anonymous robbie said...




Van Morrison "ROCKS"!

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

 
Blogger Lois E. Lane said...




I've never know the lyrics to that song. How exquisite! Thank you for sharing, JEB.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

 
Blogger ihearttexas said...




They are beautiful, and they brought a tear to my eye. My mom calls the time when your said husband was a baby and toddler, "Those Happy Golden Years." It's the title of one of the last Little House on the Prairie books. I think there is something so special about the time when it's just the parents and the firstborn, but the second is always seems to be this unexpected spice of life. I'm excited to see how the new one will spice up all of our lives. But I too am sentimental of the fact that Wyatt won't be the baby anymore. I can't imagine how much more so you are, JEB. Love and miss you!

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

 
Blogger girlfriday said...




I love that you feel this way. You are so exquisitely normal, which makes you, in these times, extraordinary.

We'll be right there to cherish these days with you. I can't wait to welcome the second one into the world.

Second borns are, after all, the best.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

 

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