when i was 15, my friends wrote a song about me. it made references to my dark lipstick and soft heart. 7 years later, a boy i was dating wrote a symphony for me. it had a french name i could never translate but i loved it because it switched tempo 7 times - from adagio to allegretto to vivace, and back again a few times. it let me know that he understood me. years later, i told my boyfriend of a year, as we broke up, that i was hurt because he'd never written a song for me. when he showed up at my front door months after that, he strummed the lonely otter love song, and it worked like a charm.
today, 3 of my boys wrote me a song. and they practiced it, and they preformed it.
you're really missing something without their dance moves and chanting, but these were the lyrics:
miss farmer is the best teacher in the world she gives us chocolate and candy she is always very nice to us. she likes to be a teacher but she is trusting in God to put her where he wants her to be. she is the best, oh ya.
i nearly cried. and i hugged them. and i pointed out that i'm not always nice; in fact, i'm usually not. they said they loved me anyway.
and no one will ever write me a more beautiful song.
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