Today my husband and I are celebrating 8 years of marriage. As a lifelong Taylor Swift fan, I had the fun idea to re-write the lyrics to “Our Song” with events that happened in our love story.
Just a little side note, T. Swift was born just 15 days before me, in my home state of Pennsylvania. I was actually born in New Jersey, but moved to PA at age 8, and spent the rest of my childhood there. Where she grew up (West Reading), was less than an hour from where I lived, so I sort of consider her my “soul sister”.
Anyway, not to get sidetracked by Taylor, but I had to set the scene. Surprisingly, we didn’t play any Taylor Swift songs at our wedding. Perhaps my husband orchestrated it that way, HA.
Although T.Swift is QUEEN of telling a good love story, I have to say, hers doesn’t hold up against our actual love story.
To my husband, I hope you enjoy this version.
xo, ❤
“Our Song” by Angela Ribeiro
I was riding shotgun with my hair all done
in the front seat of the getaway car
He had two hands on the steering wheel, but not a clue of where to go
I look in the rearview, and I’m grinning from ear to ear
I say, “Do you know where you’re going?”
And he says “Yes”… although we both know he’s taking the long road
Our song is the slamming car door…catching the first sight of you across your parents driveway
Walking down the aisle, arm in arm, two strangers united at a wedding
Sneaking off to the Inn’s laundry room, speaking Portuguese to an audience of one
Our song is “Call Me Maybe”… because that’s what was playing when you finally got your chance to dance with me
When I lay on the pullout couch that night, ‘fore I said Amen, asking God if he could play it again
I woke up the next morning after what had been the best day of my life
We had stayed up sharing secrets and stealing kisses
Both unsure of what it all meant
On the drive home, I listened to your father tell stories about you and I began to fall
When we stopped at the gas station and you ordered pizza, I couldn’t help but laugh
Our song is the slamming car door…catching the first sight of you across your parents driveway
Walking down the aisle, arm in arm, two strangers united at a wedding
Sneaking off to the Inn‘s laundry room, speaking Portuguese to an audience of one
Our song is “Call Me Maybe”… because that’s what was playing when you finally got your chance to dance with me
When I lay on the pullout couch that night, ‘fore I said Amen, asking God if he could play it again
I’ve heard every album listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That’s been as good as OUR song
‘Cause our song is a cross-country move…
A California wedding and a Hawaiian honeymoon
When we’d stay up late and dream big dreams, ’cause we were young and it was only us two
Our song is the way you looked, sleeping with one arm across our firstborn
When we signed the deed and got the keys …and you mowed your very first lawn
Our song is a second plus sign…and a baby girl with your middle name
I was lying awake with my hair undone
Between our two kids in bed
I grabbed my MacBook and the laptop desk
And I wrote down our song
“Our Song” by Taylor Swift
I was ridin’ shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says, “Baby, is something wrong?”
I say, “Nothing, I was just thinkin’ how we don’t have a song”
And he says
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When we’re on the phone, and you talk real slow
‘Cause it’s late, and your mama don’t know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date, “Man, I didn’t kiss her, and I should have”
And when I got home, ‘fore I said, “Amen”
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walkin’ up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
I almost didn’t notice all the roses
And the note that said
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When we’re on the phone, and you talk real slow
‘Cause it’s late, and your mama don’t know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date, “Man, I didn’t kiss her and I should have”
And when I got home, ‘fore I said, “Amen”
Asking God if he could play it again
I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song
‘Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on his window
When we’re on the phone, and he talks real slow
‘Cause it’s late, and his mama don’t know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date, “Man, I didn’t kiss him, and I should have”
And when I got home, ‘fore I said, “Amen”
Askin’ God if he could play it again, play it again
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh yeah
I was ridin’ shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
A trip down memory lane because it’s fun… our first dance together in New Harbor, Maine.
Photography: Bri Cibene
” by Gary Chapman shortly after we got married. At first I thought it was silly, but as I read, I realized that it is true that all of us receive and feel love in different ways. I feel love by 
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