Jessica Moe

I think there has to be a song out there that explains how I feel, one that cuts to the heart of why, as I write this, I have tears in my eyes–but I can’t seem to find that song, because all of the songs that I find are about heartbreak and loss…or there are overly flowery love songs that are clearly written by a person whose only experience with love was when they were 16 years old and didn’t have any idea what it was like to actually be married…but, I will admit that maybe I am expecting a bit too much from a song that isn’t about us….

And then I remember laying in bed this morning…and I was listening to Issa while he was getting ready this morning and singing “Our Song” by Taylor Swift.  Ok, so I hate that song. I don’t know why–maybe it is the contrived country accent or the fact that she was being a big whiny baby about not having a song…but it got me thinking that maybe our song–the one I am looking for right now…is kind of like the one in that song that I hate…but, I’m warning you…our song doesn’t come in rhyming format…it doesn’t have a tune…it just is.

Our song is the dogs barking when you come through the door after work and yell “Heellooo!”

It’s the tickets for two on a Friday night to any movie that looks like fun…

It’s the way you call me and ask “Babe, how’s your day?”

It’s the way we fight and despite being madder than heck we laugh as we apologize to each other…

It’s our road-trips… 

It’s the way we both scream and laugh on a roller-coaster that has us going upside down and backwards…

It’s the way you always know where we are and how to find the car–and the way I never do… 

It’s the fact that you are my best friend, and I am yours… 

It’s the way I get hyper right before bed…and how you fall asleep at 10 exactly…

It’s the way you protest doing something new, and end up having a blast…

It’s all of the places we’ve lived, and all of the friends we’ve made…

It’s the way you make me laugh…

And it is so much more, and I am grateful every single day–for our song.

Happy Anniversary, Babes.