Sorry, Whit: Ya Didn't Get My Vote in '86

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 Jn 10:27 My sheep hear my voice, says the Lord; I know them, and they follow me.

When I was a senior in high school, Whitney Houston was pretty fly, yo.

Her self-titled, debut album was burning up the charts. She was nominated for or winning music industry awards all over the place. I'm not positive but I think that's when her HUGE endorsement offers started pouring in, too. Diet Coke, et al.

And, while I loved her as much as the next 17-year-old girl back in the day (and rocked out to her album with my friends as we drove  through town doing our best vocal impressions of her), I was always a little underwhelmed by the little ditty that my fellow seniors selected as our CLASS SONG: "The Greatest Love of All".

Meh.

It's not that I disliked it then or don't care for it now. It's just not my favorite "Whitune" and I absolutely didn't vote for it. I think my high school boyfriend convinced me to vote for a classic Zeppelin song instead; a choice I stand by today. #RockOn I digress.

The reason I don't adore "The Greatest Love of All" is because, while self-love and acceptance is crucial and every human deserves to have it (so sad and ironic that Whitney seemed to be ultimately lacking it) ... I don't think it's the GREATEST love of all. Why? Here's a hint: #GodIsLove

Look, the way I see it, life is a blessing and a gift -- and I just feel that we owe the Giver our biggest, highest affection, no?

If not for the miracle of life, I wouldn't have that boy of mine who is the absolute definition of what I love most here on the third rock. His Dad, too, of course. And I wouldn't be the luckiest gal on the globe to have these two if it wasn't for the Big Three, Capisce? #HolyTrinity

To me, honoring the Big Guy and loving the other humans every day? Well, that, my friends, is the greatest love of all. 

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