"Feels Like Home"
by Chantal Kreviazuk
Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life
If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light
Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
These are lyrics to a song that I had the privledge of singing at the Brad and Kali Jantz's wedding, 4 summers ago. I absolutely love this song. Not only does it define the love we can have for another person and how we are made to "complete" one another, but also explains the correlation of love and "home". This song should be my blog's theme song or something! :) It makes the exacty point I'm hitting on and shows how it relates to a love relationship.
It's amazing to me how she compares her love for another person to "home" and how she knows she's completely in love because the feeling of love feels like "home". So I go back to my original question in day 1 of my blog; what does home feel like? And maybe another question, what does love feel like? Do they feel the same to you?
There are many different kinds of love that we can experience throughout our lives, love for parents, sibilings, extended family, friends, spouse and our Lord Jesus Christ. When singing this song my mind immediately goes to the strongest feeling of physical love I have on this earth and that is with my husband because it talks about physical affections of love such as being held in his arms, lost in his eyes, protected from crime and violence.
So as I compare my love for my husband and what "home" feels like to me, I have come to some amazing conclusions. When I think of the love I have for Josh, I get that same warm and fuzzy and happy feeling that I get when I experience "home". So I'm sure that warm feeling is one way that his love feels like "home" to me.
Just think about it, when you love someone you want them to experience "home" with you, so you can share those special moments together and can feel that deep connection and warmth with one another instead of alone. When I fell in love with Josh what is it that we did? We went to each others home, he met my family, ate my mom's delicious chili and monkey bread, played cards with my family, met my friends, toured my hometown, went to my homechurch, looked through photo albums, watched home videos, the list goes on. Josh loved me and he wanted to experience my home. I don't say all that to say that when you love someone they become a part of your past or present home, but what I'm saying is that Josh got to experience the things in my life that defined who I am today, afterall, there was 21 years of my life that I lived before starting to date him. But more than that, the point I'm very slowly getting to, is that Josh's love for me feels like "home", not because of the town we live in, the church we go to or the friends we have. His love for me feels like "home" because the way he makes me feel, because we have created "home" together and through our previous experiences of "home" we have learned how to love one another and how to incorporate those moments into our new "home".
Let me see if I can get the point I'm trying to make a little clearer....I'm confusing myself! This is just harder to explain than I thought it would be. :)
The experiences that define "home" for me....will now and forever define my love with Josh.
To give an example; Christmas, (we all know how I feel about this holiday!) was created as a warm fuzzy "home" feeling when I was very very young. The amazing memories I had growing up of Christmas, created a deep-rooted sense of happiness that I've taken with me throughout my life. But ever since I've meet Josh, Christmas has become even sweeter. I have memories of our first date in Kansas City ice skating on an outdoor rink with the Christmas tree lights turning on to start the holiday season. And making our first gingerbread house together and singing Christmas Carols in the car together and cuddling next to the Christmas Tree as our gaze got lost in the rythmic twinkle of lights and baking many yummy treats to enjoy together. And ever since we experienced our first Christmas together, Christmas, which is already "home" to me, now could never be "home" again without the one I love. It's a combination of new memories and old, but there's something about Josh's love for me that feels like "home" to me. Which amazes me when he wasn't even around during those defining "home" years. It's a deep-rooted connection that brings two "homes" together and creates a new "home" that could never be replaced.
Our first date in KC iceskating, and making our first gingerbread house!
Also I'm curious what everyone thinks about marrying someone who you didn't meet until later in life, someone who didn't grow up with you. I'm going to do a blog soon about knowing someone's history and how they became the person they are today. Do you think it's more beneficial to know someone growing up or more beneficial to not meet the person you marry until after they are an adult? If you don't meet them until they are an adult, how important is it to go and experience their life and "home" where they grew up and where their life was defined? Important or not at all? Tell me what you think!
Fascinating questions, Amy. My mom and dad met when they were 8 years old! They remember going horse-back riding back and forth to each other's houses. They knew each other's parents and siblings from the time they were just little kids! I didn't meet my husband until we were both college age. But it was very important for both of us to meet each other's families and get to know about each other's childhoods. I remember being so impressed with how eager Ken was for me to get to know his mom. I'd heard people say that how a man treated his mother was a good indicator of how he would treat a wife, so I was glad Ken thought so much of his mom that he couldn't wait for us to meet. Shirley and I are good friends to this day.
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