By your side.

When I was a preteen and teenager in the 1980's and early 1990's, I would listen to love songs on the radio and imagine...dream, really, that someday some boy would love me enough to sing songs like that to me.

One day, Jason and I were listening to the stereo and that Phil Collins song, "Groovy Kind of Love" came on. I knew every word, of course, and I told Jason,
"I used to dream that someday, some boy would love me enough to sing this song to me."

He thought that was pretty funny and probably more than a little bit lame. He said something like, "Do you wish you had married someone more cheesy than me?"


Today, when I came home from the Cookie Booth From Hell, he greeted me at the door. In fact, he threw the door open and sang, at the top of his lungs:

"SHE'S A LADY! WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! SHE'S A LADY!
CHICK'S MY LADY! WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! AND THE CHICKIE IS MINE!"

Yeah.

Sometimes, I just need a little reminder.



No matter how bad things get, I just have to look next to me.