EIGHT DAYS A WEEK

That's "his boy".

8 DAYS A WEEK

I was sitting out on my back porch, drinking my morning coffee and watching the kids (dogs) in the back yard. After a bit, I need a refill. I stand up and when I do, out of nowhere I hear in my head, "8 days a week, I love you."

I'm hearing the actual song itself but I ignore it. I take one step forward, and I hear it again. The same words are flowing through my mind. But I keep walking inside and make me another cup. I then rejoin the kids outside and sit. And once I sit, the song plays again, very loudly but with different words, "Love you everyday girl, always on my mind. One thing I can say girl, love you all the time."

I fly off the porch and run inside to the computer room. I look up the lyrics to the song. All I can say is that I am in heaven. For a brief time today, I am in heaven living with Chip.

Because today, he tells me through a song - he loves me.