I know, I know, it’s lunchtime and I’m just now posting?! Truth is, I’ve been pulling and resizing photos from this weekend all morning, under the laughable illusion that I could possibly cull together my planned “weekend recap” post within any appreciable timeframe. Exacerbating the laughability of that notion is the fact that the man who signs my paycheck actually wants me to work today. The nerve, yeah?
So, I’m a slacktastic, craperiffic blog failure today… however. I do have a nice little tidbit to share whilst I gather my photos and thoughts for the belated weekend recap post.
The theme for this weekend’s trip was Wedding Preparation, and in that vein, my betrothed requested something of his father-in-law-to-be : the lyrics to a song he wrote almost 32 years ago…
What girl wouldn’t like to be the subject of a song? It’s the ultimate gesture. I mean, girl’s got to be pretty darned unforgettable to inspire a man to write a song for her, am I right?
The Cult wrote a song about Edie Sedgwick, Ritchie Valens wrote for Donna, Chris Martin wrote for Gwyneth. And then there’s the other kind of song. The kind you write for someone you don’t even really know…
Someone wrote such a song for me before he’d ever laid eyes on me. It can be said that I didn’t actually perform any scintillating acts of greatness to deserve such a thing and I really couldn’t argue with the sayer.
Yesterday, at Mr. PB’s request, my dad pulled his dusty old plastic sleeve of sentimental documents out from behind the stacks of music equipment in his center spare room. From this sleeve he extracted a few things he’d sketched for me when I was small, a flyer for a concert at which he’d performed in the ’80s, some old high school photos, and this sheet of paper, soft with age and heavy with ink-drawn sentiment.
It was an enormous feeling, reading the words of a man 6 years my junior, a child by my calculations, who stumbled into marriage and fell face-first into fatherhood, and went on to do an incredible job. My parents were separated when I was born, for numerous reasons that are not mine to tell. The story goes that when that child saw the photos of his own child, he knew without question that she was the only reason he needed. Written 2/18/82, three weeks after I was born, this song was his “How do you do?”
Wanna hear the final product? Well, you’ll just have to stay tuned and watch the wedding video, now won’t you?