Baby, love, Chicks

Scoff if you will at the following statement; it is true, nonetheless:

The Dixie Chicks are a part of the soundtrack of my life.

Oh, Nelly. I love me some Chicks. That's right, and I'm not afraid to say it. Now, I'm not a big music person. What I mean is, I am definitely NOT "in the know" about the latest bands and what album you HAVE to have, but something about these gals just gets me, and always has.
I once longed for wide open spaces.
I have at times wanted a cowboy to take me away.
And I too, think Earl had to die.

I also have some very fond memories of attending a Chicks concert with a certain group of gals in Dallas back in '00. Oh the memories!

That horrible year of my life when all that bad crap happened (ahem, 2007 I'm looking at your ugly face), this album walked me to work and back every SINGLE day. All the anger, angst, sorrow, worry, hope I felt during that time had a voice. And that voice was one Natalie Maines.

I challenge you to find a song that captures the heartbreak of infertility better than the chorus of this gem:
http://www.rhapsody.com/dixie-chicks/taking-the-long-way/so-hard/lyrics.html
(sorry, you have to actually push the play button there. IT'S WORTH IT.)

...Or a lullaby more fitting and beautiful than this song (I sing this to my baby every night):


And now, the Chicks are once again giving me some love. I'm not quite sure how we discovered this, but my baby has a favorite song, and it goes a little something like this:

(Sorry if you were expecting a video of my baby; I wish I had one to post.) He KNOWS this song. He gets the biggest grin on his face when those first beats start goin' and then? He dances. Big time. He waves his little arms as if conducting music, he bounces his little bum, and he rocks his body. I love it.

Thank you, Dixie Chicks. Again. I have a feeling this isn't the end of our relationship.