Bob is leaving today to go on his BB golf weekend with his buds. One time when Bob was leaving he started singing I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane. I told him I was already so sad about his leaving that to hear that song almost makes me cry. (We were newly married.) Now it's tradition. About three days prior to his departure the song starts a playing. He sings in the shower, as he's walking out the door for work, when he is climbing into bed...it never gets old. Last night he starts playing this on his computer.
This time, instead of my usual sad refrain I played this.
Perhaps as our marriage progresses and he leaves for his golfing weekends, I will play this.