So for now, my kids land on this year and (of course) will rock it brilliantly.
The final birthday of the year is my sweet Shelby. Today she turns 26.
Shelby was over last night. She lamented, "I'm closer to 30 than 20".
Shelby got that from me. (Sorry Shelb). When Shelby was little she always hated growing up. We used to constantly sing:
I don't want to grow up.
I'm a Toys"R"Us kid...
Shelby has always been my little social butterfly. When we would go grocery shopping I would put her in the cart and we would sing our "ABC's" while keeping our little fingers busy with signing as we sang. People had NO idea that I was saving them from "Hey! What's your name?" "Do you have a dog?" "What's your dogs name" What's your dads name" "What's your mom's name?" "I'm Shelbykardeason" "My dog is named Titleist." "He's part boxer and part golf ball."
"Shelby! Your name is Shelby KARELINE Deason. And Titleist is boxer and lab mix."
Then Shelby would look at me with her big blue eyes and little pixie face. "No Mommy. You're wrong."
I would sigh HEAVILY. "A B C D E F G..."
A few years back I made a movie for each of my kids as a Christmas gift. I found baby and family pictures to make each movie individual. I worked so hard to find the right music to make it all fit together. Taylor Swift had just released "The Best Day". Shelby and I shared that story. Shelby was in middle school and one day things were a bit rough for her. She came home in tears. We grabbed the keys and drove up to Midway, Utah. We window shopped, told stories and laughed. I don't remember exactly what happened at school. However, I DO remember spending the afternoon with my girl.
When the song was released, Shelby said "Listen to this song. It reminds me of you." That's the song I picked for her movie.
Mark knows his music. He understands theory and sound and how lyrics work. That guy was blessed with unmatched natural talent and then he coupled his talent with hard work and became a really, really, REALLY good musician.
Mark told me to listen to "Desert Rose" by Eric Johnson. I did. I thought to myself "I wish I had put this as Shelby's song.
Desert Rose dances, in heat of the sky
I must pattern my life about you;
You can make the most when the waters run dry.
Look into the well deep inside you.
My Desert Rose
Born are the few,
Always with me,
A vision of you.
Acrolith reflection, that floats through my dreams,
Arid is the dust underneath me;
Something far away, a mirage so it seems,
What I long to see, oh, could it be?
My Desert Rose
Born are the few,
Always with me,
A vision of you.
My Desert Rose
Born are the few,
Always with me,
Don't fade away.
Don't fade away.
That's my Shelby. Right there. She is a stunning beauty that blossoms in the heat and drought of Life. People look toward her light and imagine that they, too, can experience that kind of impassioned happiness.
I'm so stinking proud of her.
I have intimate knowledge of trials that have come her way. I have NEVER seen a child rise above bad adults coupled with bad adult behavior. Shelby did. Brilliantly. Life, death, pain, growth, loneliness, love. She captains it.
Happy birthday Shelby. You are my sunshine.
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