{"id":137,"date":"2007-09-05T19:31:32","date_gmt":"2007-09-06T00:31:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hellum.ca\/blog\/?p=137"},"modified":"2007-09-05T19:31:32","modified_gmt":"2007-09-06T00:31:32","slug":"love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/love\/","title":{"rendered":"Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Owen&#8217;s question to me tonight as I put him to bed:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Dada, what is love?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He was so sleepy that the question kind of slipped out of his mouth as we lay in the dark, foreheads touching and me drifting off myself.  I had just sung him Per Spelman:<\/p>\n<p>Per Spelman, han hadde ei einaste ku<br \/>\nPer Spelman, han hadde ei einaste ku<br \/>\nHan byrte bort kua, fekk fela igjen<br \/>\nHan byrte bort kua, fekk fela igjen<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Du gode, du gamle, fiolin, du fiolin, du fela mi&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Per Spelman, han spele og fela hu let<br \/>\nPer Spelman, han spele og fela hu let<br \/>\nGutene danse og jentene gret<br \/>\nGutene danse og jentene gret<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Du gode, du gamle, fiolin, du fiolin, du fela mi&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u00c5\u2026, om eg vaert gammel som stein under bru<br \/>\n\u00c5\u2026, om eg vaert gammel som stein under bru<br \/>\nS\u00e5 aldri eg byrter bort fela for ku<br \/>\nS\u00e5 aldri eg byrter bort fela for ku<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Du gode, du gamle, fiolin, du fiolin, du fela mi&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Its a silly little Norwegian country song about a farmer (Per Spelman) who had one cow, which he sold to buy a violin.  And he played his violin so beautifully that the boys danced and the girls cried.  &#8220;And if ever,&#8221; Per Spelman asks, he becomes as &#8220;old as the stones under the bridge&#8221;, he&#8217;ll never trade his violin back for a cow.<\/p>\n<p>My father sang this to me as a child and I can hear him singing it still in my memory.  I remember the pitch and throw of his intonation and rising tones.  Either I was hearing his accent coming through on some words (which I cannot discern, even when trying hard), or he was enjoying the words to effect.  He once told me he was very interested in pursuing Linguistics as a career (studies I started out on lo&#8217; these many years ago, before falling into photography), and so I know he loves language; the sound and feel and breath of it.<\/p>\n<p>I talked to Owen about what love feels like;  the warmth in your chest when your are physically close to another person, like us as his parents, or his sister, or grandparents.  But I added, too, that he could very well feel love for objects and animals and ideas.  He certainly loves his Lego catalog (sleeps with it, actually), and I mentioned he might feel love for our three cats, our land and the sky and clouds above it &#8211; and even love being a boy, or love being himself.  His sister, it was pointed out, would feel love very similarly of course.  It was probable, I concluded that he might love colours too.<\/p>\n<p>He roused slightly as I arose from beside him (so reluctantly, because it was warm and cosy next to him), and mumbled a goodnight as I kissed him on the forehead.<\/p>\n<p>Life just doesn&#8217;t get much better than that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Owen&#8217;s question to me tonight as I put him to bed: &#8220;Dada, what is love?&#8221; He was so sleepy that the question kind of slipped out of his mouth as we lay in the dark, foreheads touching and me drifting off myself. I had just sung him Per Spelman: Per Spelman, han hadde ei einaste [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-137","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-joy"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}