Marcy, music and me…our family’s beginnings

Marcy and I spent a really cool evening together last night listening to one of her favorite bands at the legendary 930 Club here in DC. We initially came together and fell in love around music and I realized how long it had been since just the two of us had done something like this. The band we heard may not be to everyone’s taste, but we both delighted in the massed guitar sound and psychedelic approach that they took to their songs…at one point they had five guitarists onstage, plus bass and drums; at other times four guitars, keyboards, bass and drums creating a mesmerizing sound unlike just about anything else out there today.
But the important thing was that it was just the two of us, the way our family started, enjoying something that was of elemental importance to both our souls.
It’s altogether too easy not to schedule times like this when we’re caught up in being a family and all the demands that entails, but I enjoyed last night more than any night I can recall in a long while and as I was watching Marcy, who looked radiant, watching the band I remembered that it was in circumstances not unlike this that I first fell in love with her. And last night I realized again that I had never stopped falling…
I am greatly blessed.