|Rob and me -- picture made by Devon|
And perhaps this is what it means to be in love. To sing with little thought as to the quality of voice--to sing for the shear joy of it, assured in the rightness of the world.
That morning it was Don McLean's "American Pie" we were belting out, taking turns with the verses and joining together to sing the chorus. And when I sang,
Well, I know that you're in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
We each kicked off our shoes and sang louder.
We were young. We were foolish, barefoot and so very certain in that moment that nothing bad could befall us. Nothing, certainly.
We were invincible.