“It’s our song,” I say, and turn the volume up a bit. It’s Kenny Loggins, a man I’ve been told isn’t very nice in person but who I’ve never met, and anyway, this song is the story of my life. Sort of. The way many songs are. Mostly.
We have less than zero dollars as we drown in debt and try to figure out how to make a living when one of us is preternaturally ill and still trying to fix up our home so we can sell it, and the other is trying to mother two children under five years old while keeping up with household chores and launch a writing career.
It’s chaos.
Still, we will drop everything to listen to Kenny croon about the sun shining and that everything’s gonna be alright.
This is the song our band learned so they could play it for us at our wedding. This is the song playing in the background of so many memories – starting in childhood, then parenting, and now spousal.
We’ve earned what lovers own, and now we’re trying to earn a bit of the tangible stuff. I fear the song will lose some of it’s umph when we can afford to sing along and stumble over the “ain’t got money” part. Still, as long as we can harmonize with “I’m so in love with you, honey,” I think we’ll be okay. Either way it’ll bring a tear to my eye.
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