My Husband's Tumor

because we made you, my darling

with the love in each of our hearts

we were a family, my darling

right from the start

This song is an integral part of Ralphie’s bed time routine, but I sing it to him nearly all day long because when I look at the faint blue veins under his skin I’m stunned that I’m holding a physical manifestation of our love. 

People have been doing this since the dawn of time (thanks for that, BTW, ancestors!) but it should still make your jaw drop that we’re able to make a human being.

I have built a treehouse
I have built a treehouse
Nobody can see us
‘cause it’s a you and me house

From the first time I heard this song, living on 13th St. in Brooklyn and listening to everything that Pulwer sent my way, I took it as a sort of musical romance barometer.

Listen to this, I would say to every boy I dated. Listen to this. Do you get it? A TREEHOUSE. A SECRET TREEHOUSE OF LOVE. 

What I wanted was this song, exactly, and I’d force it on them like a glass slipper that never quite fit.

And then it fit, in just the way the song says.

After broken bones and being lost in the woods, we found each other. And we built our Treehouse.

In October 2010, I tweeted a request to help me build what I called the Seasonal Affective Disorder mix, a collection of songs to get through the winter.

Aaron was the only person who replied, with no idea that little over a year later I’d be walking down the aisle to one of his song selections.

Tall as the grass in the meadow
Or the dunes on the shore
Like the buildings in the city
And your children on the floor

and i’ll be with you through the dark

so that you do not

go through the dark alone