2After listening to a song on the radio about having "our song", I was a little disappointed that we didn't have one. I think back to goofy relationships as a kid and then a teen, and all of those "relationships" that I was in had songs. Stupid, yes, but they were the songs of the time. And as I remember, they really meant something.
Sure, we had our wedding song, which is a classic, but it's a wedding vow reminder. Not the all purpose reminder of who we were, and how our hearts felt then and now.
And then I thought more about it.
Our song is the nervous voice walking to the D Street convenience store asking you to go out with me, and wanting nothing more than to kiss you at that moment.
Or it might be the wail of our newborn baby girl, quieted by one set of our cradling arms embracing while the other person soothes with soft voice and warmth.
Our song is talking about the dreams for that baby girl, and seeing them come true day by day.
Or it's the love we've shared, both behind closed doors and holding hands in public.
Our song is when your Grandmother comforted me on the death of my Grandfather on Thanksgiving those years ago, telling me that she would be my Grandparent now.
Or it's in the box of home videos with three little crazy chickies caught on tape, living a happy life as little kids… and watching them now as they laugh out loud at themselves when they see the videos.
Our song is in the little accomplishments that our family makes on a daily basis, and never forgetting the trials we faced as young parents.
Or maybe it's playing in the times that we don't need to speak, whether we are reading at the kitchen table or sitting together on the sofa with random touches and hand holding to acknowledge each other.
Our song is in the play fights, or the silly moods when we are chasing each other around the house.
And when things aren't so great. It's playing softly to remind us that we can make it through everything together.
It definitely plays inside that electric kiss of yours.
Now that I'm aware of it, I hear it all the time.
Now I look forward someday, to the time when I am holding my baby grandson's hand on one side, and you on the other…just don't be surprised when I turn to you randomly and say, "Hey, honey, they're playing our song."