The next three songs from our wedding playlist (and we’re working backwards to #1) bring out my three favorite female recording artists. Ella Fitzgerald, Etta James, and Billie Holiday. If you’d like to make that number round out to five, add in Fiona Apple and Lorena McKennitt–they just aren’t exactly wedding material.

“The way you wear your hat. The way you sip your tea. The memory of all that. They can’t take that away from me.” If I were to change the lyrics to sing this to B, it would go, “The way your head defies every hat. The way you love your Whataburger #2 combo whatasized with Dr. Pepper, not tea. The memory of all that. If they tried to take that away from me, I’d punch them in the mouth.” True love, when it comes to really knowing someone, is harder to rhyme.

Because love–especially in that early Eros phase–is about that feeling. When something’s got a hold on you. Where you go to sing about it, and it gets a little ugly because rowrrrr! It changes how you walk. It changes how you talk. Your confidence skyrockets. Your enthusiasm is boundless. And only Etta James will do to express it.

But once you get that feeling of “unk! yeah!” out of your system, love becomes a daily thing. It’s just part of life, but it’s the best part of life. Ira Gershwin said it best:

It’s very clear
Our love is here to stay;
Not for a year
But ever and a day.
The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies,
And in time may go.
But, oh my dear,
Our love is here to stay;
Together we’re going a long, long way.
In time the rockies may crumble, gibraltar may tumble,
They’re only made of clay,
But our love is here to stay

Billie Holiday sang it best.