Call me silly, but I am absolutely enamored and completely turned on by a cute guy who can play a guitar. John Mayer, S.O. and (not turned on but… um… happy to listen to) Julien.

S.O. spent probably 80% of my pregnancy with Rowan playing “Dee” by Randy Rhoads or “The Rain song” by Led Zeppelin to my ever burgeoning abdomen. It was sexy, romantic, and sweet all at one time.

Julien has far longer and more tapered fingers than S.O. and he can strum a guitar brilliantly or play them nimbly across a keyboard effortlessly. At least it looks effortless.

I’m thankful every day that his girlfriend (fiance` I’m tempted to say) Scarlet, finds it every bit as amazing and gifted as I do. Julien has a gift.

In 4th grade he was literally pissing people off with his rendition of “The Star Spangled Banner” that was as much an ode to Jimi Hendrix as it was flavored with his very own evolving style. A teacher asked him to “remove the distortion” and instead, my son without consulting me (which made me even MORE proud) amped up his distortion and his amp and gave an even more rousing, stirring, and emotional performance than he had ever given in rehearsal; with the full backing of his 2nd, 4th and future 5th grade teachers – who not only clapped but stood up and gave him a standing ovation. It was beautiful… and yes, I teared up.

There is something otherworldly that happens when a gifted musician has a moment in the spotlight or when you catch them completely unaware rehearsing “alone” totally entranced by the magic their fingers are creating.

In fact, sometimes with certain individuals it’s so strong, so apparent that even someone who has never witnessed it can feel it.

And that last bit? Is something that a mother only dreams of and is absolutely above the moon when it actually happens.

Thus is the case with my Julien. Julien… I suppose I should feel ashamed referring to him with an alias that I created. Given the chance to recreate history, maybe that would be his name. Except, his real name gives him the manliness of John Wayne, the sexiness of Jimmy Page, and the poetic nature of Jack Johnson, all wrapped in a sensibility that is every bit as much Clint Eastwood as it is Cary Grant.

Imagine that.

It’s amazing. Brilliant, moody, and romantic all in one pure artistic package.

Scarlet is a lucky girl.

And given how much I love her… I am more than proud to have produced the boy she is so in love with. There is nothing that makes me happier or lighter than to hear him playing “Bubbly Toes” by Jack Johnson to Scarlet.

Maybe sometimes… the things you wish for yourself are so imprinted on the universe that they pass you by and arrive at your feet, for you to watch joyously and happily?

Maybe?

I wonder.

Either way… I’m a happy witness.