Tattoos, Tributes, Trips and Tears
Pretty much since Ryan got home from L.A. on Sunday, I was in a shitty mood. Not specifically BECAUSE he was home... but upon reflection, it was not unrelated, either. Overall, I put my non-awesome mood down to too much Chuck Ragan. Specifically this song . I love it. And it makes me sad as fuck. It's all about Chuck coming home from being on the road and seeing his amazing wife, Jill, again. "I'm gonna lay my head on the chest I know..." It seriously breaks my heart listening to this song. (And I probably listened to it 85 hundred times in the past month.) Something about the desperation. The NEED to get back home to the girl of his dreams. I love it, but it kills me. And listening to that song over and over, and then going to pick up MY husband at the airport after several days apart... it really just hit me that that will never be Ryan. He is not someone who will write songs about h...