Make sure my sister knows I love her

Recently I was listening to a "best of" Avett Brothers CD that my friend made me, and I really listened to the lyrics of "Yard Sale" for the first time. And as I listened, each lyric was better than the last until I couldn't really imagine that the song could get any better. But it did! And it turns out I'm not the only one who thinks so. About an old guitar ...

I wonder if sweet music ever was played
From the hands of a boy to a girl in the shade
From this rickety ghost of a song

I love them. LOVE THEM. I had a dream about them the other night. I can't believe my sister is seeing them next month without me. Of course, I'm glad she's seeing them and I can't wait for her to see them, but I wish we could see them together.

Look at all this stuff at NPR about them! Ah, heaven. Also featured as a song of the day once was "The Weight of Lies," which is a good song. A great song, even. It's about how you can't run away from yourself. And if there is any lesson I've learned on this path to adulthood, it's that one.

Here's another version of "Murdered in the City" again, just because. (Be sure to click the option to watch it at high quality.) I love this song so very, very much. It makes me think about family and about making sure those we love know we love them. It makes me think about the letters in our desks. Our journals, our diaries, our notebooks, our letters, our secret wishes, hopes, and dreams.