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Now I'm not a music-geek or even a well educated music lover, but there's something for me about how a favorite song can make the world stop spinning, just for a brief moment, and let you soak up all the goodness into your heart, for safekeeping...

Our little princess's favorite song for the last few weeks has been "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt (click HERE, and scroll down to the "You're Beautiful" video, if you haven't heard it). She first heard it during our Saturday morning ritual of watching VH1's video countdown - hey, don't judge my parenting, when Sesame Street's not on for those two long weekend days, you gotta fill the time with something or you go right into Elmo withdrawl - and, on a sidenote, it's a good ritual for me as a mommy, keeping me up to date on what the cool people are listening to. Anyway, since she was an infant, Ella has been totally into music, usually vocal stuff, she's even periodically entertained by my own singing, which is truly the best compliment a girl can get. Last summer she loved the band Weezer's song "Beverly Hills", it could stop her woeful crying in the car with just a quick click of the CD to track 12, aaahhhh, peaceful car rides are awesome, even when you have to listen to the same song, looped over, and over, and over. And then, a few weeks ago when she heard the James Blunt song, it was love at first 'hear' again - she stopped dead in her little toddler tracks and became transfixed with the silly skinny white man in that weird rainy video. We've been tuning in week in and week out for the countdown ever since, in hopes of hearing the song again, and then this week I finally downloaded it for her so we could make a new magical-stops-all-crying CD for the car.

So this is our song that can just stop the world for me right now - I pull Ella up into my lap at the computer and play the song on iTunes (with those cool onscreen graphics, of course) and she just lets me hold her for those few glorious minutes. For her, as a newly active toddler, being held by momma is the baby torture equivalent of being put in a straightjacket, so you can understand my rapture at a few exceptionally long minutes of baby snuggles - pure joy, pure unmatched absolute joy, if only for a few moments. I sing along to that simple song and can't help thinking about how she is beautiful, just like the song says, and you just get pulled into the music and away from the rest of the day, the crying and flailing, the drooling and runny nose, they're all gone and you just have a nice cheezy moment to love your imperfect life in it's moment of perfectness. And then it's back to the day, and the week, and the to-do list, but with just a few extra 'warm fuzzies' stored away for safekeeping, or, for the next bout of screamy-mimis : )

(here she is transfixed by another of her favorite pasttimes - lunch!)