So At Least I Can Choose

I think „Everyday I Write The Book“ by Elvis Costello maybe is the sweetest love song ever written. It also helps that Mr. Costello has such an amazing voice.

Therefore I have secretly decided that it shall be „our song“ (us being of course my husband and me). I’m not sure if my husband knows about this. We really don’t have a song. Not in the common sense. We have a few songs that mean something to us, but not a significant one „our song“.

I guess the start of our relationship didn’t offer a real „our song“ opportunity. It would be more like: „Oh, honey, listen to that! Isn’t that what they played when I vomited on your shoes?“ Yeah. You think so, too, huh?