I was going through my playlists this morning, and that old country song You’re the reason that God made Oklahoma came on. It immediately took me back to eating at the Pizza Inn on Robinson Road when I was a kid. My dad would always play that on the jukebox for my mama and sing it to her.

I love how a song can transport us back to a memory. Gary and I have a lot of really special songs, but if there was one song to me that he plays me often, it would be Lou Reed’s version of This Magic Moment. That is the song he turns on in the kitchen to dance with me, and that’s the song that he’s played for me on many sweet occasions.

Recently, he did play me a song when we were in the truck called Hey Mississippi by Jason Dean. I think it is a newer song? He said of the guys at his job always plays it and it’s like he could’ve written it for me. So I guess that’s our most recent song.

I have a whole playlist of songs that we have exchanged and shared throughout our relationship. I love getting a random text in the middle of the night when he’s at work with a song that he has sent me.

I also have playlist of songs for my kids and my Mom too. Music is such a love language. Sometimes I when I have my mom on my mind I’ll pull up my Barbara Jean playlist and just have myself a good cry. Some of them are songs that make me think about her, and some of them were her favorite songs that she liked to listen to.

I think my music taste has changed a lot with age. I used to listen to a lot of sad and depressing music but I sure love good love songs now. There’s still a time and place to feel melancholy. We all need to feel that from time to time, but I probably spend more time listening to music that makes me feel good now.

And of course we enjoy listening to worship music too. Some days you just gotta turn it up and keep it on all day. We had a day like that last week. It felt like everything was going wrong. Gary flipped on our family worship playlist in the kitchen and that mood lifted so quickly. It really is amazing how that happens. We recognize it and we understand the power behind it.

Anyway, that is my little nod to good music this morning. And one of the sweetest memories I have. My daddy in that cowboy hat, singing to my mama in a pizza joint. I think what I like about it as it wasn’t just once was every time we went there, which was just about every Friday night for many years.

I’m sure he had no idea that I’d still be remembering that when I was grown.