A week in Florida this February filled my blog posts rather easily. While the other regular Tuesday posts this month were about family and friends, this one is about the fun entertainment and how it all relates back to family and friends in the end.
My husband attended a conference and was invited with me as his guest to enjoy an afternoon cruise on the Intracoastal across from the hotel in Hollywood to the picturesque banks of Fort Lauderdale. It was a perfect day for a cruise and smooth sailing. Dayenu.* Well, no, there was more. As a surprise to all on the ship, four members of the original cast of Jersey Boys were onboard to sing some of their hits for an hour and they even gifted us with the CD of their songs, as we disembarked.
When The Midtown Men began to sing just inches from where I was standing in the front row and videoing from my iPhone, I could feel the tears welling up. Coming from humble beginnings, I never allow myself to forget what a privilege it is to have such pleasures in my life. While people say “you deserve it,” we don’t all get what we work hard for and do deserve. I understand and appreciate that. The nostalgia in the great lineup of songs the group sang, and we unabashedly danced to with friends, were awe-inspiring.
It was just the type of music my husband delighted in introducing to our children. None was as poignant for us, however, as Build Me Up Buttercup, for it reminded my husband and me of our road trips with our youngins. Our youngest, Moss, would be napping and suddenly he would join in the conversation.
On one occasion, he just joined right in from a deep sleep by serenading us along with Build Me Up Buttercup, which was playing on the airwaves. Our mouths dropped and none of us could figure out how this youngster could possibly know all the words to a song from the Sixties.
It took a while, but we discovered that his elementary school music teacher taught the words in class. Upon learning this, we laughed ourselves silly. Each subsequent time he heard that song played, we looked forward to his chiming in by bellowing the rhythmic words. All the while, we waited for the final stanza and hearing “so build me up” passionately resonate. Those words, which mimic our belief in positive reinforcement for our children, were the real music to our ears.
When we sing Dayenu next month at Passover, I will naturally think of my family as always but will add a nod to the great joys of living life to the fullest, while being sure to appreciate the privilege.
*Dayenu - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dayenu(Dayenu (Hebrew:דַּיֵּנוּ) is a song that is part of the Jewish holiday of Passover. The word "Dayenu" means approximately "it would have been enough", "it would have been sufficient", or "it would have sufficed" (day in Hebrew is "enough", and -enu the first person plural suffix, "to us").