I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again
And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love and then softly leave
And it's me you need to show
How deep is your love
Okay, I was a very little girl when I first heard the Bee Gees. And as I grew in the eighties, the one thing we all seemed certain of was that the seventies were so over. Anything associated with that decade was so completely uncool.
So every time I heard the Gibb brothers on the radio, I'd cringe or change the channel. But a few years ago, Husband and I started playing the "What group is this?" challenge while we were in the car. (Yes, I did win most of the time), and it came out that the first album he ever bought was put out by the Bee Gees. My first album I'm fairly proud of--Billy Joel's An Innocent Man. (Don't ask about the second album, let's just say it mentions something about a material girl...) So I kinda laughed at him. But I began to tolerate some of the music from the decade of my birth. And I started having memories of when I was so young I don't recall specifics, only sounds and feelings. And guess what? Those seventies tunes actually brought back happy times, mostly associated with my older sister and how fun she was. In 1979 we had a disco act that lasted about three seconds. She would lace her fingers underneath my foot and spin me around. I loved it and that exhilerating feeling of being cherished and feeling included is still palpable.
A few months ago, my sister told me she bought a Bee Gees CD from Amazon and mentioned how it helped inspire her to clean. The only other musical cleaning partner I've heard recommended was Johann Strauss. So, I added both stations to my Pandora list. But I haven't been cleaning too much lately, so not much came of it.
Then on New Year's Eve, I felt a need to celebrate. And ever since I had Miss Darcy, I've stopped listening to all the stations that my teenage daughters like. So I cranked up my blue tooth speaker and put on my slippery socks, selected the Bee Gees channel, and I danced and slid all over the fake wood floor to "Night Fever" and "Staying Alive", as well as treasured hits from the likes of the Doobie Brothers and KC and the Sunshine Band. Woo hoo!
When I first started hearing "How Deep is Your Love," again as adult, I didn't think much of it, having heard it as background noise for the most part of my life.
But when I started to sing along, I realized that even if it is cheesy and has questionable intent (how exactly am I supposed to show you how deep my love is, hmmm?), it said so much that I feel about Husband! So last night on Valentine's Day, I claimed a dance with him to that very song. I held him way too close (can't fit a Book of Mormon in there!) and we shuffled around and stepped on each others' feet and even gave me a spin or two. How fun to be in love! Lately I have realized how blessed I am that we found each other and that he gave me the chance to get to know him. I can't imagine being happy with anyone else.
I guess I shouldn't be too surprised about this Bee Gees thing. When husband and I were seriously dating and we talked about me going on a mission and what might happen with our relationship, out of my mouth rushed the words, "If I can't have you, I don't want nobody baby."
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