When I was in Puerto Rico with the girls a few weeks ago, I got a new tattoo. I feel kind of like a big hypocrite now, after all the whining I've done in my last couple posts, but here's what I got done:
I've mentioned before that 'Let it Be' by the Beatles is my favorite song. I loved it long before you came along; since I was a little girl actually. When Dad and I put together our 'Stevie's Mix' playlist, the one I'd play for you every day while you were in my belly, this is one of the few song choices we both agreed just had to be included.
Since you died, the song has taken on so much more meaning for me. In the days and weeks following your death, I literally had it on repeat. For this overly-rational, needs-to-know-why, believes-she-can-fix everything-kind-of-girl, 'let it be' was (and is) such an important message to hear. Let it be. Basic, but so powerful. Simple, but so hard to do.
Now today, over a year later, these three little words continue to speak to me. When I'm feeling anxious about the future...let it be. When I drive myself crazy thinking about all that could have been...let it be. When I'm feeling especially happy...let it be. When I'm feeling especially sad...let it be.
And then there's my favorite part in the song, which goes :
"And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be."
Thank you, Carly!
As bad as it seems, as hard as it gets, we can't forget about that sliver of light, of hope, that always remains.
Love you, baby.