watching the signs

Last night you were listening to America, and singing along....and I curled up in a ball on my bed, held the phone closer and closed my eyes and sang along, too, knowing in that moment that everything was right with the world, at least OUR world.
This morning we're both stressing about how to see each other this weekend and the moment I walked in to work that very same song was playing...

"will you meet me in the middle?"

I see us cuddled up on a couch 8 hours from now.
My will be done.