Love and Lyrics

This is a bit of a sap trap, so be advised.

I want to document something small. For the last few years, Andrew and I have been singing an old song to each other - "I Love How You Love Me," by Bobby Vinton. You've heard it...just a simple, sweet little song. Well, all this time we've only known the lyrics to the first couple phrases, so start strong, then just ho-hum and eventually fizzle out.

Last Wednesday, I finally decided to look up the song's lyrics so I'd be prepared the next time one of us was feeling lovey-dovey and burst into song. Wait, what? Guess that confirms our loserdom. Anyway, I don't know what made me look it up. It'd been a couple weeks since we'd last sung the song, and I'd neglected hundreds and hundreds of chances to look it up on days prior, but that day I just had a whim.

Well. That night as we're putting Asher down, Andrew starts singing the song with surprising lyrical acuity. Turns out, that for no good reason, he'd looked up the lyrics earlier that day too. Soul mates?