I barely have words to describe how this song makes me feel. But I’ll try.
My first year at BYU, I met a boy. I met lots of boys actually, but there was this one…sigh…we connected on so many different levels, and before long, as is my wont, I was fallen pretty hard for him. Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn’t left BYU, and had still been there when he got back from his mission, I wonder…and I have to stop because it makes me too sad.
One night he brought over a VHS tape of Harry Connick, Jr. in concert so we could watch it together. I squealed with delight, as I had been converted to the Gospel of Harry Connick two years prior.
“How did you know I liked him?” I asked.
“I saw the ‘When Harry Met Sally’ Soundtrack in your Walkman and took a guess,” he replied.
So on a fall October night, we watched Harry sing a dozen or so songs, and I was a pretty happy girl. Harry still has that effect on me.
