Tuesday, February 2, 2010

My Song

I often joke that the way Bob got me to marry him was by writing me a song. Well it's not the reason why I married him (there are too many reasons to count) but it was a turning point in our relationship.

We had been dating, but nothing too serious. One night he took me home and mentioned that he had written me a song. That's when I got nervous. After all, there are a lot of guys out there who play the guitar, and think they are musical geniuses. When usually they are pretty bad singers, and the songs are a little weird. I know that sounds harsh, but I have dated some guys that know how to play a few chords on the guitar, and think they can throw a song together and make a girl swoon.

I didn't know if Bob could sing. I knew he played the guitar, but hadn't heard him play much. No guy had ever written me a song before, so I just didn't know what to say. He picked up on the fact that I was a little nervous about hearing it, and quickly said "Never mind, it's no big deal." I asked him what it was about. "You." He said matter of factly. I begged him to sing it, but he didn't have his guitar, and he wasn't sure after my reaction if he wanted to play it for me at all.

Well one night he took me to our spot that overlooks the city and played (and sang) my song for me.

And that's when I realized he was something very different. He is an amazing singer, and he plays the guitar so well. But that's not what got me. The lyrics were so perfect, that I was in tears. Not to mention the way he was looking at me while he played it, like he adored me. Me? The girl who dated guys, but it never went anywhere. Sure I had dated guys who liked me, but never like this. I could see then, that Bob was something else. I remember feeling so flattered. But the thing that touched me the most was that he didn't buy me something extravagant. He didn't make a big show of it. He had put thought into what I would like, and appreciate. And sang how he felt about me.

I still don't know how I got so lucky to marry a person like Bob. A person that is kind, and generous, and funny. I can't imagine what my life would have been like without him, or if I had married someone else. I know one thing, I wouldn't be anywhere near as happy.

(Bob hates it when I gush about him, but it's love month, and it feels appropriate to talk about the one I love most. So he'll just have to deal with it :)


Anonymous said...

Sweet post! :)

MisterE said...

Awwwwwww. If I didn't like you both so much this might have been too love-y. And we all know that I don't do good with the icky love stuff! But I can't imagine life without the BobCat. Plus whose garage would I live above if you weren't around? Let's hear it for the BobCat!

Robert said...
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Robert said...

The views and opinions expressed in this blog are the author's and do not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of the author's husband. Actual events may or may not have been more manly, masculine, heterosexual, or involving motorcyles, racecars, guns (the weapon or the metaphor for large muscles), the chopping down of trees, fart jokes, sports, spitting, and scratching than those described.

Deboro said...

Bob is manly.
Super manly.

Le blÖg d'Ötli said...

A beautiful musical love story ;) for the Valentine's day !!!

sonya audrey said...

So, so sweet. :)

lol at his comment.

rYLeE & KaTiE said...

This is SO cute!!!! You should gush about Bob more often because I'm sure he deserves it and you are wonderful at it!!!