and come home in the evenin'

Just when she thought she knew everything about him, he'd sing Carrie Underwood word for word on the way to breakfast. Or he'd cue Angel From Montgomery when she walked through the door. Or, up in the mountains, amid aspen trees and a running river, he'd grill her a cheeseburger. He knew the perfect ratio of ketchup to mustard. And to hold the onions.

Once they got in trouble for laughing during the symphony. They couldn't help it; they could rarely stifle their laughter in inappropriate situations.

Just give me one thing
That I can hold onto
To believe in this living
Is just a hard way to go