I still remember being seventeen, sitting on the passenger side of your jeep and hearing you sing along to the radio for the first time. It was not quite in any key, and I started to smile. I’ll never forget thinking, “Phew, he’s not completely perfect.” You’re just so good at so many things, but singing has never been one of them. And I love that about you. It’s been ten years of us sitting side by side in all kinds of cars, each of us singing at the top of our lungs, and never really in any particular key. I’m pretty sure if Simon Cowell sat in our backseat, his ears might start bleeding right then and there. We’re both absolutely terrible. But we’re passionate! And we have so much fun together.

The only thing I love more than your off-key singing is your ability to make up lyrics and sing them confidently. The way you hear it is the way it must be, right? Michael Jackson isn’t singing about a Slave to the Rhythm, he’s clearly singing about a snake… through the river. Taylor Swift doesn’t have a long list of ex-lovers, she’s just singing to her “only Starbucks lover.” It’s my favorite part of singing with you. In fact, I told you how bad I wished T-Swift’s music was on Spotify, just so I could play Blank Space whenever the mood struck. I hadn’t bought a new CD since I was fourteen, but I mentioned I was actually considering it.

These are the little things I always want to remember

We’ve been working around the clock lately, already in the thick of this busy season and preparing several big projects at the same time. It was pretty late at night. You ran out to get us groceries. If it wasn’t for you, we would both starve. I was editing at my computer when you came back with a huge pile of sustenance and mentioned you had a lot of scanning & file organizing to do as you put away the groceries. I barely looked up from my computer as you passed back and forth while I continued to work, and when you said, “Hey… did you see our mirror… I think there’s something wrong with it…” I didn’t think twice as I headed to check it out. What I found was a piece of paper taped to it with the words I’ve heard in this house so many times
before: To my (only) Starbucks lover. I opened the note, and proceeded to follow the clever clues which took me to every corner of our little home, and you watched me laugh up and down the halls every time I unfolded another piece of paper. And when I got to the one that said Last Clue, it lead me to my pillow. When I picked up the pillow, there it was: the brand new Taylor Swift CD in all its glory and a bag of Lindor white chocolate truffles. My favorite. I felt like a teenager again having a real CD in my hands, and we played it loud and sang off key at the top of our lungs as we danced around in our socks. For just a few minutes, we got to feel seventeen again. The age when I fell in love for the first and only time… with you.

I’m writing this because in ten years together, we’ve spent more hours together than most people get to spend in a lifetime, and I just never want to take one second of it for granted, because every day is a gift. That’s what The Pink Slip Files are all about. It’s what they’ve always been about. Remembering. So that, like in Patch Adams when the grandmother gets to swim in her pool full of noodles, one day, a long time from now, when the sun sets on our adventure together here on this earth, we can hold on to each other for just a few more seconds, just a few more minutes, just a few more moments, and swim in our own pool of pink-papered memories, one last time. These are the little things I always want to remember.

Your (Only) Starbucks Lover,


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Want to catch up on The Pink Slip Files? You can read them all right here:

Intro: What Are the Pink Slip Files?
No. 1: Failing Pre-Marital Class & Otter DNA
No. 2: Sink or Swim
No. 3: Turning Off the Lights
No. 4: Leave a Message at the Tone
No. 5: Chocolates, Mystery Shows & Honeymooning
No. 6: Cutting Coupons & Wal-Mart Jeans
No. 7: Paper Chains of Memories
No. 8: Dancing on Bar Tops
No. 9: Man’s Best (Feline) Friend
No. 10: Confessions of a Waffle Fry
No. 11: What’s So Important About Shoelaces?
No. 12: Breaking Records… Like It’s 1924
No. 13: Why We’re Not as Classy as We Thought
No. 14: A Letter to My Only Starbucks Lover
No. 15: The Night We Killed Someone (Kind Of)
No. 16: Lord, It’s a Fire!


    Andy Ebon

    Amy... Your memories, love, and thoughtfulness are expressed beautifully. Jordan... You're a lucky man.


    Amy & Jordan

    Aw! Thank you so much Andy :-)

    Ashley Link

    Y'all are the cutest! Gah! Like watching a sweet and sappy chick flick! :)

    Amy & Jordan

    You're so sweet, Ashley!