I’ve walked down this street dozens of times but didn’t notice the mossy foot prints embedded in the concrete that already looks a little like giant footprints.
Sometimes it’s the little things that can make your day.
Like the photo above.
Or like your man quietly singing “your song*” while you lounge on the couch quietly and he gives you a head massage.
Here’s the song, by the way. In case you too would like to “have a song” that only somewhat represents your lives together.
In our case those lines “Live a life less ordinary/live a life extraordinary” kind of mean something given the crazy adventure we embarked on when Chris joined the foreign service and we got married in the backyard on a perfect 4th of July. The rest, a little less relevant.
And just in case there was any question about how much else about the song/video resembles our real life, (shocking revelation ahead!) you should also know that I’m a real live girl (not a hot pink flower) and Chris is not some random, roaming tumbleweed blowing across the nation (I told you, shocking).
Which is also to say that, yes this music video is kind of weird but cute in the end, but a little corny still. Perhaps it should just be playing in the background while you wash dishes or surf the internet or get a head massage, otherwise you might not like the song as much as we do.
*Yes, there was a time where I too thought “having a song” was laaaaaaaame. Except now we have one and I’m forced to retract all previous statements about the cheesiness, lameness, and clicheness of having “a song”. Sometimes, when it’s right, it’s right.