http://www.myspace.com/video/wavidart/carve-your-name-next-to-mine/49593019
Video posted by WAVIDart on Myspace; released on January 3, 2009. The Nadas on New Year's in Colorado.
Lyrics (as found on www.azchords.com):
Carve Your Name -The Nadas
Chorus- Am C G Verse- C G [then Em C G later in verse]... for all of you guitar pickin' fiends!
Carve your name next to mine, in a wood stump with a jack knife
Cross the "T" and dot your "I", carve your name next to mine
Made my mark and left my name, maybe you could do the same
Grooves on a window pane, made my mark and left my name
Won't you stand next to me, and tell me who you want me to be
Only your eyes can see, won't you stand next me
Carve your name next to mine, in a wood stump with a jack knife
Cross your "T" and dot your "I", carve your name next to mine
So I press the ink to skin, hopping you would let me in
Well it may have been a sin, but I press the ink to skin
Now everyone can see that you're a part of me
Almost like a guarantee, that everyone can see
And the years roll by, and soon I'll surely die
Baby don't let me lie alone, let me carve your name in stone
Carve your name next to mine, in a wood stump with a jack knife
Cross the "T" and dot your "I", carve your name next to mine
Carve your name next to mine, in a wood stump with a jack knife
Cross the "T" and dot your "I", carve your name next to mine
Carve your name next to mine, Carve your name next to mine
Carve your name next to mine, Carve your name next to mine
Why am I posting a video clip of this song, with following lyrics, you may ask? I want to tell you how I met my husband, my college sweetheart. Imagery of carving our names into a tree just seemed so fitting. I also want to share our journey through love (over time, in numerous more postings, of course!)
Well first, my husband and I have recently decided to take the Love Dare challenge (as seen in the movie Fireproof! The book is written by Stephen & Alex Kendrick, with Lawrence Kimbrough) which has prompted a series of postings, including this one, which will be labeled "Love Dare Challenge." Now, I have to say that before we decided to take this challenge, Big M and I both felt we had a very strong, loving relationship. We don't fight often. We like to do things together. We talk to one another often and get into some really great discussions from time to time. We are on the same page, as far as hopes and dreams, how to raise our kid, etc. What could possibly be wrong with our marriage? We sort of thought we'd take the challenge to polish and shine our marriage/home... to make it better. Day 5 into the 40 day challenge and we see we have a real fixer-upper here. This house of love is a doozie. Loose floorboards. Nails sticking out. Broken glass. Cracking foundation. Sagging roof that leaks. To us, our home of love seemed beautiful... we thought the world saw our home as beautiful. And that was the problem. The world's viewpoint. Once we started inspecting everything carefully from God's viewpoint... we realized we had much more work to bulldoze through. Sadly, the appraisal has reflected low. (I should save all of this for future entries. It really isn't the point of this particular entry. So let me get back to the point, the reason for this post... how the story of "us" began.)
It was a cold, winter day in January, many, many moons ago. One hundred and twenty-three phases to be exact. (Doing the math? Shoot, did I do the math correctly? Again, not the point.) Spring semester classes just started back up at the local community college. To add a little history, I bombed my first year of college at a university. I had a 1.12 GPA the first semester, and I don't think it improved at all the next! This was unusual for me as I was in National Honors Society and Beta Club (both academic clubs) in high school. I moved back in with my dad, after failing miserably (in some ways, not in others) that first year. My parents cut me off. No more college fund. If I wanted school, I would have to get a job and pay for my education myself. It was time to literally earn those A's again... which I decided would be crucial to my future, lest I work minimum wage for the rest of my days, and fall behind all of my peers who were successfully advancing forward in this crazy game of Life. My, now, husband had recently separated from the military, and had moved back in with his dad. He decided to attend the same local community college. I had been working 8 months and completed my first fall semester (completely starting over) when I entered a film class one January eve, ready to maintain my 4.0. Yes, I was back on track.
And that's when I saw him... and didn't think much else of it.
Class went on for weeks. The films we watched were some of the classics; High Noon, Rear Window, Citizen Kane. Papers abounded and projects surged. I knew someone in the class; he and I worked together at the local bookstore. We often chatted on breaks. Every once in a while, that guy I noticed but didn't think much else about, would notice me. One day, he actually asked me a question in class. I was already dating someone, and didn't want this "other guy" to get the wrong idea. I answered his question politely, and turned back around in my seat, and didn't talk to him again.
January rolled into February and before I knew it Valentine's Day was upon us. We had a major paper or project due in film class that week, I had procrastinated past the point of making my deadline, so I decided to skip the class. The next day, Val Day, I was at work, ringing up books at the register when said guy-I-ignore-from-class comes waltzing in the store... and up to me! Oh wow. He was cute! Extra cute that day. I had been ignoring him for a reason. I was still dating someone else and didn't want to get myself in trouble!
Matt just happened to be in the store and saw me working. He remembered that I was not in attendance for class the previous evening, and asked me if I was feeling okay... assuming I was out sick. Bless him. I informed him I was a slacker and had not completed the work necessary to turn in my assignment. He laughed. Then, as luck would have it, it was actually my lunch break. He was going to the food court for lunch too, so we decided to eat lunch together. Do you see my downfall? Haha! More like uplifting, live-saving path!
Lunch was fun. We talked and laughed. It was friendly, and innocent, so I thought. Matt walked with me back to the bookstore... that's the side of the mall he parked on anyway. As I entered the door to work, I had a phone call. So I took it, Matt standing by, waiting. It was my boyfriend. He should have been called boyenemy (because a friend would have had my best interest at heart. That may be a story for a later date.) He was calling to tell me that he could not come to town, he lived 45 minutes away, and would not be able to take me out that night for Valentine's Day. I was hurt. I was disappointed. And I felt silly as it was just another red flag that had popped up in the last few months of our relationship... flags I tried so hard to ignore. I hung up the phone in anger. The sting still stung.
I turned around to Matt, the air whizzing around me. I asked him if he had plans that night. He said no, that he actually didn't. I said, "We're going out to dinner. And a movie. As friends. I refuse to sit at home on a Friday night, Valentine's Day none the less, and do nothing while my boyfriend goes out and has a good time... without me." Matt hesitated, and simply said, "Okay."
Matt and I had such a great time hanging out that night. We went to a steak house, and then saw a movie. Afterwards, we went to a donut shop and talked for hours. Matt told jokes and I laughed hysterically. We shared stories... all kinds of stories. I couldn't remember ever smiling so much in my life. I drove. I always drive when going out with new male... friends. I like to have an escape route if I need one.
It was now well after midnight and I needed to get home. We'd lost all track of time. I drove Matt back to his car (we met at the mall) and we sat for a minute. Matt confessed that he really liked me, but he respected me and the fact that I had a boyfriend. Matt said he could be friends with me, but if I was ever interested in dating him, to let him know. I told him I had a good time, and that I really liked him. I also told him I could not start a relationship with him, until I ended the other relationship. So for now, we were friends. Then, we said goodnight.
The next day, I drove 45 minutes to the town in which my boyfriend lived. I told him it was over, I'd been miserable for months. Also, I was tired of being cheated on. He didn't even care. He didn't fight for me. This didn't phase him. I should have known it wouldn't. So I let him get back to his precious game of golf.
When I got back in my car, I was super shaky. I was still angry. So before I started driving, I called Matt. I told him I'd dumped the... well, I won't use that dirty name on this blog. I told Matt I wasn't ready to jump into another relationship just yet, though. We agreed to continue hanging out as friends. Then I was calm, and at peace. This "being friends" business lasted all of two weeks, maybe. And so we finally agreed to call it what it was - we were officially dating! (Years later Matt confessed that he was at the bookstore to ask me out, and had no knowledge at the time that I was dating someone else.) So that's the story of us: how I met my husband, my college sweetheart.
The rest is history!
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