Do you wanna go for a ride and listen to my new favorite song?
This is what love sounds like after 22 years. Well, it’s what our love sounds like after 22 years.
There are daily “I love you(s),” and at the end of each phone conservation. There are reminders to take my medication, and calls on the way home asking if I need anything. There are daily 4:00 AM alarms waking him so he can go to work and provide for us. There are requests to snuggle and watch movies, and of course appeals to make a grocery list so he can go food shopping. There is the sound of my car moving up the driveway in the snowy winter so I don’t have to walk too far to start it. There are even still some, “you look good today(s).”
But my favorite is, “Do you wanna go for a ride and listen to music?” It usually begins with his new favorite song, but the ride always extends into a peripatetic concert. In the confines of the front seat, as the music plays, the melodies seduce our words, feelings and struggles out of the margins of our mouths.
The music has always been there. It was song lyrics written on a desk calendar in my office. It was mix tapes and cds listened to on long drives to NY and late at night. It was/is Tom Petty, Dave Matthews and Brandi Carlile concerts. It was homemade daily calendars with purposeful lyrics handwritten on each day. It is songs “given” to me through texts. It is crackly vinyl playing while we make dinner or play cards.
This is what love sounds like after 22 years.
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