Matt and I had what you could call and whirlwind courtship. (Such a dated word, though more applicable than saying a whirlwind romance – our romance is not over!)
We went out together one Friday night… and then we just never stopped seeing each other. We have literally seen each other every day (except for a few) for the last three years.
I remember those early days were so interesting. I had never felt this way about anyone before. I had been in love before, but not like this. This was just… more. Electric. The nerves in my fingertips felt like live wires when were together. I knew very early on that this would be the man I would marry.
We used to go on drives a lot (mostly because we were super physically attracted to each other and needed to do activities so that we would wait until marriage to be intimate – to put it bluntly).
Anyway, on these drives I would force Matt to listen to music – as I have considered myself somewhat of a connoisseur. It sounds cheesy, but I really wanted a song for us. My parents have a song or two that sort of represents their relationship, my favorite of theirs being “The Flame” by Cheap Trick.
I don’t listen to country music often, but when I do it’s for the love songs. That genre blows every other one out of the water when it comes to putting feelings into music. As you can imagine, our song is a country song. It is “Mean to Me” by Brett Eldridge. We danced to it at our wedding and he will play it when I’m mad at him.
Here’s a little bit of it…
If I could be the reason your hair’s a mess,
The bass drum beatin’ way down deep in your chest,
If I could be the voice on your radio,
Then I could be your long ride home.If mine could be the name that changes yours,
The wine in your glass,
The swing on your porch,
The dollar in your pocket, and the peaceful in your sleep,
Then I’d be what you mean to me.Standing here,
Turning every head in this crowded room,
The lights down low,
Oh, if falling’s how you feel,
And perfect is what you see,
Then I’d be what you mean to me.