A song can bring tears
when it touches someone's heart.
You just never know.
There were many amazing moments from Mother's Day this year. Here, of course, was one that was -- ahem -- more astonishing than amazing, but I digress (and so soon, too!).
Twice a year -- at Easter and Mother's Day -- Wonderhubby and I join up with two other guys for a standing restaurant gig. I mentioned this briefly here. It's really a lot of fun, we get paid (real actual cash dollars) and we get to eat the faborama brunch when we're done.
You never know how people are going to respond, though. Sometimes we captivate the crowd; sometimes they're too busy eating to care about the four dorks crooning in the room. Sometimes we mess around with the kids at the tables; sometimes the old folks get a sentimental kick out of our oldy-moldy songs.
So at this one table, we were playing to the kids at the table. When we had finished, one of our guys (who gets these brilliant ideas sometimes) told the parents we would sing one for them, so HE should look into HER eyes.
And he did.
And we began to sing:
"Heart of my heart, I love you ...And the look between them deepened, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Life would be naught without you.
Light of my life, my darling,
I love you ... I love you ..."
We continued to sing.
And he looked even deeper, his own eyes moistening.
The tears rolled down her cheeks. Her lips moved. "I love you," she said soundlessly.
As the last notes of the song faded away, the love at the table was absolutely palpable, and my own eyes were damp.
If I had not sung another note that day, I would have felt that my job was complete.