Our Song

We have a song. I know, I know, it sounds like a bizarrely romantic thing for a couple like Angel and I to have.

Oh well.

Let me explain. There are several songs which might lay some claim to being our song. Among these competitors are "A Woman Like You" by Lee Brice, purely because that's my favorite love song of all time.

Another competitor is "If You Could See What I See" by Geoff Moore, because that is the song my uncle sang as a solo at our wedding. (Back Story: I didn't know that was the song he was going to sing until the day of the wedding. It was originally supposed to be "When God Made You" by Newsong and Natalie Grant, but technological difficulties changed plans)

So I guess "When God Made You" could also be considered a competitor for 'our song,' since it carries the title of "song that was almost sung at our wedding."

"Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer could possibly be in the running, too, based on the fact that Angel suggested it to be included somewhere in our wedding--but upon listening to that song for the first time, I was far too scandalized by all the kissing talk, and immediately vetoed his choice.

But none of these lovey-dovey songs quite deserve the title of Our Song--that is reserved for "If I Stand" by Rich Mullins.

When I was 17 and he was 24, and I wasn't allowed to date and Angel was dating somebody else, he occasionally gave me  rides when I didn't have a car available. Or when I didn't have a driver's license. "If I Stand" was often playing in his car, and we'd have conversations about Rich Mullins and his other songs (i.e. the somewhat confusing "Jacob and 2 Women") or random topics such as theology and Fernando Ortega and other completely platonic subjects. Ever since, there's been no question in either of our minds when it comes to which song is ours. "If I Stand" was playing when our story began.

*Lest you begin to think I am waxing too romantic this Valentine's Day, I would like to announce that this day is the approximate anniversary of the day about 5 years ago when I gave my little sister a secret admirer letter that was so well put together that she actually believed it was real for about half a minute. I did it at church, too. And I am immensely proud of this achievement.