I posted this song on my Tumblr blog ages ago, and Rebecca posted this version, a spontaneous performance of this incredibly happy song, today. I love it! It reminds me of Rob so much. I was figuratively (and, for a while, literally) homeless before he took me in five years ago.
I love being “home” here with Rob, so much so that I had the word engraved on his wedding band. But still. Still. Even all these years later, even after he claims it is he who is the lucky one, it’s a hard concept for me to accept. I was taken in, reached out to and pulled up. I married up.
It’s kind of embarrassing to not have taken myself up, as if the anti-feminist undercurrents of my upbringing in church (where Man is The Head and Woman is an ‘Helpmeet’) and my blue-collar, bad-with-money upbringing came to pass and was skirted only by the fact that I happened to fall in love with the right person.
Still, I wouldn’t have had it any other way because (in the words of another fantastic song) God only knows where I’d be without him.
It’s something I am still working on being ok with. This makes me a mildly awful person, and I’m so embarrassed, but it’s been nearly a week and I couldn’t think of anything else to blog about.