And because thank God for Kyle.
Meet the rock-star boyfriend.
The link below is the song he wrote a few months ago, finished in my basement, lyrics etched in green crayon.
I came down from putting my kids to bed and then just stood in my kitchen, just listening to the man with his guitar writing a song in my basement. Writing a song about me, about us, in my basement.
I remember thinking that night, as I stood there, coffee he made for me clutched in my hand: I can’t believe this is my life.
But it is.
And every day I’m reminded: It’s really, really good.