Monday, December 17, 2012

Pistol


I can't get enough of this song. I first heard it at my dear Holly's, wedding, in August. It was the song that she and her husband, Easton, chose for their wedding dance. Holly didn't want to dance, and we bullied her into it. I'm glad that we did. I think she was glad that we did too.

I didn't think to look it up until a couple of weeks ago, and now I just listen to it on repeat.

Good choice, Holly and Easton. Good choice.


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