Saturday, March 16, 2013

Sidebar blog #2

So, my iPod just played Gracie by Ben Folds. This is the song that my dad and I danced to at my wedding. 

Here's the lyrics:

You can't fool me
I saw you when you came out
You've got your mama's taste
but you got my mouth. 

You will always have a part of me
No one else is ever going to see
Gracie girl.

With your hands to your chest
Walking on your toes
What you got in the box 
Only Gracie knows

And I would never try to make you be
Anything you didn't really wanna be
Gracie girl

Life flies by in seconds
You're not baby
Gracie, you're my friend
You'll be a lady soon
But until then
You gotta do what I say

You nodded off in my arms watching tv
I won't move you an inch 
Even though my arms asleep

One day you're gonna wanna go
I hope we taught you everything
You need to know
Gracie girl

There will always be a part of me
Nobody else is ever gonna see
But you and me
My little girl
My Gracie girl

So this song, when I first heard it made me cry like a bitch. My dad and I don't exactly have a good relationship. I mean, we get along fine now, but there's a lot of water under that bridge. That's a story for a therapist, the point is, the song just played and it's the first time I've heard it since having Noelle. So I'm a mom now, listening to this song with new ears. 

I just got super upset with my dad again, just like I did at my wedding. There's parts in the song that are so us. I do have my mother's taste and I definitely do have his mouth, as in I cuss like a sailor. Somewhere there's a picture of me curled up on him sleeping, so a lot of parts of that song seemed to fit us. 

I was so excited, I found a song for the father/daughter dance that wasn't played out and was pretty unique (I think). Do you know what he did during the dance? 

While dancing to the perfect song that I searched high and low for? A song that I really wanted him to listen to the words to and feel what I felt? 

He asked me, and I quote, "Who's the girl over there with the giant knockers?"

So that happened. There's a photo of my face the moment that happened and you can tell I'm about to either hit him or burst into tears. Luckily I did neither. Just another session for the therapist when I finally get around to getting one. 

1 comment:

  1. Wow, that's certainly a memorable father/daughter dance. I'd love to see that picture of your face after he asked about "the huge knockers", but I don't suppose you'll be uploading that, will you?


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