I'm so conflicted

Does anyone else get that feeling like when someone you know gets married, you want to get married too? Maybe it's just me. I always want to get re-married to Jer of course (for real, not making it up to sound good)

I want to go on a honeymoon again and watch tennis in our hotel room instead of hang out on the beach...oh wait never mind that part, I always want to hang out on the beach instead of watching tennis!

I want to say our vows again and instead of looking away in nervousness, look straight into his eyes like he did to me. Maybe I just reminisce every time because it wasn't so long ago...

I loved my wedding day and that's probably why I want to do it all over again. Besides the fact that I have a great husband, of course :0)

Music

When I think about our honeymoon my first reaction is that I am sad. I am sad because we don't have any pictures. The one thing that brings a flood of memory back into my brain is Enya songs. While on our honeymoon there were Enya songs playing in the hotel rotunda and open eating area THE WHOLE TIME. I had never thought about that music before our honeymoon and now I love it. Her music is ethereal and while listening I step through different parts of our trip together and I'm not sad anymore. It reminds me of four foot tall wax candles set about and marble floors and wood decking with little bridges and plants hanging in the rotunda. It also reminds me of tequila sunrise drinks and huge grapes cut in half and covered in cream cheese then rolled in crushed nuts. MMM that sounds nice.

The same thing happens when I listen to Gavin Degraw music. I think about fall leaves, the wreck where a drunk driver totaled my car on KU's campus, driving to work with the windows down and reveling in the gloriousness of driving a stick shift car.

The same thing happens when I hear the song "I want to fall in love with you" by Jars of Clay. Many a night on teen trips in highschool I would 'borrow' someones CD player and listen to that song OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Reminds me of running through random churches where we would stay the night and and also being told that I screamed because my sister kicked my 3rd degree blistered back...but not remembering that I screamed because I actually blacked out.

I am sure there are songs that do that to you too!