I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long.
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song.
I've been looking around at diaper bags ever since the birth of my first child almost 8 years ago. The first one I used was pretty good, until the strap broke. When I had a second baby to carry around as well, and hands-free convenience was even more necessary, I bought a Skip Hop Duo in Cherry Red, and it was the perfect relationship.
Convenient, organized, comfortable. Slung across my body easily, my cell phone easy to grab with two fingers even while chasing a toddler, burping an infant, even before the voice mail picked up! It took everything I threw at it--wet diapers, crumbling crackers, leaking sunblock, fragile sunglasses, stockpiled restaurant crayons, folders of immunization cards and school records, all while keeping my wallet and ipod clean, dry, and in easy reach. It even has a mesh pocket that will hold a Starbucks grande cappucino (just don't forget to take it out before you sling the bag into the passenger seat next to you.)
With all this accomodation and flexibility, why would I want anything else? My faithful and durable red bag is getting shabby. I've washed it so many times I can see daylight peeking through the bottom seams when I look deep down inside for forgotten hotwheels or polly pockets. I'll admit, from time to time, I admire the sleek, trendy, younger models on other women's arms. I begin to fantasize that maybe there is another bag out there that is also perfect for me, one with more leather, and less canvas. Shiny metal rings and clasps instead of plastic drawsting toggles and alligator clips.
I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean.
But me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine.
So I searched all my usual stomping grounds, hoping to meet up with something different. I even tried online shopping. Looking for something classic and versatile, that will hold everything, clean easily, and keep my phone, keys, and wallet handy.
So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place.
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face.
It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, it's you."
And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew..."
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."