At least it wasn’t a rap song

So I was driving along today listening to my newest i-tunes downloads. I’m hooked on Ingrid Michaelson these days. I had heard of her before, but now I’m completely obssessed. I never do things in mediums it seems, only extra-smalls and larges. My newest song “You and I” has been on repeat for a while – it cracks me up.  A quirky sort of love song.

And I thought “hmmm…..this is the new love song in my life.”  Which is odd, because the song is. A bit. 🙂 Did I mention my mind wanders while driving? Let me explain.

Chorus:

oh let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let’s get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there you and I, you and I

And I thought “hmmm – yes. this might be love for me.” Okay, so not so much the “getting rich” part – you have to listen to the whole song. But the rest of  the chorus. I think the older I get the more the love song for my life moves further away from “oooh baby please be my everything” and more toward “oooh you’re really great – how about coming along and finding a grand adventure with me.” Away from finding someone to complete me and toward finding someone to travel through life with me.

I used to want someone to fill in the gaps in my life – I would look at something that I wanted to do, to see, to be, and say “Maybe someday, I will meet the man who is doing that, being that, so I can come along and do that as well.”

That’s a pretty tall order for a guy – that he needs to create something to fulfill my life? I’m not sure guys are supposed to do that for us. Maybe, like going on a grand road trip, we should just be looking for someone to be our partner in the adventure. To be there to listen when we say “Oooh look at that – isn’t that crazy? Isn’t that beautiful?” To nod and smile at us. To hold a roadmap and peer over it with a confused look and raised eyebrow. To figure out which direction is north and which wrong interstate left us in Mississippi instead of North Carolina.

Maybe that’s what we should be looking for. Less for a knight and more for a traveling parter – for who we want to be stuck in a car with for 14 hours. After all, I have always found my true friends over the course of a long road trip 🙂 LOL… And isn’t that all life is really?

So this is my love song for the week…. “Come on baby, let’s go buy everyone nice sweaters and teach them how to dance. Let’s have a heck of an adventure and travel this crazy roadtrip of a life together.” That seems like a lot less stressful kind of love.

What do you think?