I enjoy playing Valentine’s music, the grand and smaltzy tunes like Moon River and My Funny Valentine. But this year’s winning song will be the old waltz “Let me Call You Sweetheart.”
“Let me hear you whisper that you love me too . . .”
I wasn’t the one singing. In fact, I try not to sing in public. But I was playing that waltz by the wheel chair of a friend of mine who is nearly paraplegic from a stroke. Hardly able to speak, she usually only speaks single words to me, calling “An-na” and clapping one hand against her leg.
But as I began playing “Let Me Call You Sweetheart,” lyrics began tumbling out of her. She may not have been singing in key but she sang every word of that old waltz. I was flabbergasted to hear her say so much at once!
And it wasn’t just a song for her. I know that my friend understands love because I’ve met her husband. Every evening for the past ten years, her husband has come to help his wife eat dinner.
Playing harp gives me a unique perspective on sweethearts, not just young love but ones that have kept “the love light glowing in your eyes so true.”
May the Lord give us all such courage in love.
