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We sped along back Texas roads homeward, pup passed out in the back, and I actually found myself listening to the lyrics of this song on the radio. [for once. I'm a melody person.]

I realized that I’m content driving towards the life in our shared cabin, complete with its hole-y walls, questionable doors, backyard jungle, and swarm of mosquitoes. It’s our place, and it’s him. Very content.

I heard this and saw us dancing, a fast two-step*, galloping around the dance hall during our wedding to this as our first dance. It was perfect. Silly yet appropriate, and would fit our normal dancing style: fast and twirling.

alabama arkansas I do love my ma and pa
but not as much as I do Love you
holy moly me oh my your the apple of my eye
girl ain’t never loved one like you
man o man your my best friend I scream it to the nothingness
that we got everything we need
hot and heavy pumpkin pie
chocolate candy Jesus Christ
ain’t nothin’ please me more than you

home, Let me come Home
home is whenever I’m with you
home, yes I am home
home is wherever I’m with you


edward sharpe and the magnetic zeroes / “home”

*which, upon research, led me to the “collegiate foxtrot”, the original. fast, fast, twirl, twirl, fast.

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