(Not sure who got the Game of Thrones reference. It means Mother…)
My wife had a boyfriend before we met. Probably a perfect example of a human’s posterior. And here’s proof. He made her a mix tape for she loooved Roxette, and especially the one song Dangerous. Kudos that he knew that, but instead of buying her the album, he made her a mix tape with that one song over and over and over. See, I told you he was a real ass. And that’s why she dumped him. (Technically, he moved out of town, but I like to think she dumped him.) And then she met me. And she’s never been happier. (Again, something I like to tell myself.)
“What’s a mix tape?” I hear all the under twenty-something’s screaming from the crowd.
In the days before CD’s or I-pod, yes, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, you had two choices of listening to music. Three if you count a radio station. The one was an LP, which is like a big black plate that rotates with a needle. Like a CD, only bigger. No not a Frisbee.
Or you could use a tape, which is a little plastic rectangle with black ribbon rolled up inside. The ribbon keeps the music, until it decides that it had enough and try and escape from the plastic compartment and you can never fix it again. Not even with superglue of duct tape.
A mix-tape happens when someone chooses a specific range of songs ie his music selection, and copy them from various sources, in a specific order, onto the tape. And it was legal. But seeing that the Walkman’s had no repeat button in the ol’e days, some idiots decide to re-tape the same song over and over and over…
I’m done explaining, here’s a picture…
I decided as a token of my love and appreciation to my wife, who is also the mother of my children (convenient hey?) that I would make her my own mix tape. And if you like it; and you are also a mother, you may tell other people I made it for you too. Happy Mother’s Day!
Every little thing she does is magic. A true Angel sent from Heaven, The wind beneath my wings. I dreamed a dream that Someone like you might find me. You’ve seen my True Colours, and still feel that You belong with me. I know I never want to be Alone again.
You posses The Greatest Love of All, something so Beautiful, it’s feels like it’s only Just a dream. The kind of love that can Hold on but also Let it go. A love that is Unconditionally. A love that has All the right moves. With arms wide open, you make our kids feel like they’re Walking on the Milky way or Walking on sunshine. It’s a love that makes our house a Home. A love that is all Sacrifice. A love that’s Brave. A love that is Unbelievable, but makes you Believe. A love that leaves you Breathless. A love that forgives the Little Lies. One that makes us Dance Again after a Bad Day or makes us Whole Again on any Manic Monday. A Perfect love.
(PS – Bonus points for the awesome Brave video!)