Ben Folds was the musician that Kyle and I could agree on in the car. “Songs for Silverman” is particularly good for its “pop”-ness and sing-along-ability that satisfies me. And yet it also appeals to Kyle, the opinionated, and often highly selective (which is a nice way of saying “picky”) Musician.
But this weekend, as we drove from Charlotte to Columbia, this song came on.
And I was glad I was putting on my make-up so I was already covering my eyes. Kyle couldn’t see the tears.
Also, she’s up to 11 lbs. 12 oz. and handled her shots better than I did. She’s awesome.