Music is a powerful thing.
Think about it. The right song can evoke a beautiful, euphoric memory. It can assuage despair and provide hope and inspiration. It can even turn a morning carpool struggle into a blissful commute full of car-dancing and lip-syncing—simply by transporting you back to a happier place in time.
I once heard someone say that a woman’s greatest fear is to become invisible, and a man’s greatest fear is to become insignificant.
As applied to marriage, this makes sense, because if my husband were to list out the things he needed (and expected) from me, I believe that the need to feel appreciated would be right at the very top.
That’s a vague—yet extremely critical—concept. Hold that thought for a moment.