Last night Lydia, Luc and I were sitting around, drinking wine and listening to music.  It was sweet.  We took turns picking our favourites.  One of Lydia’s choices was Dos Gardenias.  As she sang along, her eyes softened.  Wistful.

And she told us her story …

Lydia had long loved the song.  Here’s what someone else said about it:

The two titular tropical gardenia flowers are associated with the two lovers’ hearts. Naturally, the lyrics of such an earnest love song cannot exist without passionate declarations of love, but there are also gentle kisses framed by beautiful flowers and the singer’s lament for the transient lives of the two gardenias that will inevitably wither, thus marking the end of love.

Nineteen years ago, Lydia was in the operating room, about to give birth to Baziel.  She was scared about the Caesarean section that was about to happen.

The anesthesiologist was recommending that he only numb Lydia’s abdominal area.  She wanted to be put to sleep.

“You’ll miss what would be one of the biggest moments of your life.”

Lydia sighed … and agreed.

As she descended into the wonders of the sweetening mind, her mouth opened. Out came Dos Gardenias, a full-throated praising of love.  Her son was coming.  She had to sing.

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An interlude:

Lydia’s dog Henri just came by for a petting session. It must have lasted fifteen minutes. For much of it, we were eye-to-eye.

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Apparently the operating room was full of laughter as Lydia sang … and full of joy. Mother and son were dancing.

Lydia glowed in the recounting of a moment in time

Baziel knows the story

Someday he will really know the story