To my daughters,
I’ve loved you since before you were even plausible. I’m doing my best to raise you right. So, before you lift your sweet, adolescent hands to your head and encase your impressionable ears to the candy-crushing pull of pop music, I need you to hear this:
Love is not a Bruno Mars song.
I know you never ‘said it was’, but I’ve raised you to listen hard to music, and to look for meaning and instruction everywhere. I see your notebooks filled with dreamy lyrics and the quiet knowing in your eyes when a great song hits you in the guts, and I just want to qualify a few things about how love and forgiveness really work.