There's just something about a man... who in the midst of listening to one of his favorite bands... starts tearing up. I'm hearing the lyrics, I know what they mean to him. I know what they mean to me. It's our life...our soundtrack - and behind the tough exterior he's thankful, blessed and remorseful. I see it, even if he doesn't. I see it when he looks at our sons...or at me. THIS is why I love him...
..even if he doesn't know the lyrics and tries to sing them anyway.
