I had listened to the song a hundred times before, nearly every one ending in a puddle of tears. Visions of the last 16 months with my daughter would flash before my eyes and in mere minutes I’d remember, yet again, how fleeting this life is…
How precious every mundane ordinary moment is a first and a last.
And how if I’m not careful, I’ll miss the good ones to the countless distractions I let steal my focus on far too many occasions: my phone, chores, worry, negative self talk, plans and projects.
As I sat on the floor with my legs tucked tight to my chest, I could hear the lyrics play through my mind. I ran my fingers over the keyboard and selected the song to play yet again, but this time, something different happened.
I realized the song was being sung to me. It was about me.
And in a brief moment, I realized it was my dad: my Abba Daddy, and how he’s been wanting me to hear these whispers for weeks.
Here’s to you
You were pink or blue
And everything I wanted
Had to crawl before you walked
Before you ran
Before I knew it
You were trying to free your fingers from my hand
‘Cause you could do it on your own now somehow
Won’t you stay here a minute more
I know you want to walk through the door
But it’s all too fast
Let’s make it last a little while
I pointed to the sky and now you wanna fly
I am your biggest fan
I hope you know I am
But do you think you can somehow
Someday you’ll understand
You’ll hold a little hand
Ask them if they can
– Nicole Nordeman | Slow Down
While it thrills him to watch me learn and grow; while he delights in my desire to mature in him, it’s this vary moment he enjoys most. He’s not in a hurry to see it pass. He wants to make it last.
There’s a million more minutes to fly, but for right now, won’t I just stay a minute more.
When I’m itching to go, he just wants to grab my hand and slow down.