There is a song that reminds me of when I started dating Luke.

There is a song that reminds me of when we got married.

There is a song that reminds me of when we drove from Champaign to State College.

There is a song that reminds me of the worst day of my life, when we flew with the cats from State College to Seattle.

And there is a song that reminds me of one of the best days of my life, when we brought Leah home.

Unfortunately, that song is Lady Gaga's "Poker Face."

(Also, my heartfelt apologies if the title of this post happens to be something dirty. A surprising number of lines in that song are hysterically inappropriate. Thank you, Urban Dictionary.)