Anyway, from the moment I found out she was on her way, I sang her Iron and Wine's "Woman King." The words always felt fitting then and although now I interpret the lyrics completely different, they are still fitting. More fitting than ever.
My sister and I saw Iron & Wine in Fort Lauderdale. I told my husband before we left that if he sang "Woman King," I would be having a girl. He played "Woman King." I came home and told my husband we really needed to agree on a girl's name.
I will always hear the song as hers. I will always hear the words about her. I will always believe she changed the world in a way maybe most people still can't understand just yet. I have the lyrics tattooed on my back with her memorial tattoo. They will always be hers. I am at that point now, six months out from her death and birthday, that hearing the song can bring me a fine line of comfort. Mostly. I still tear up. I still feel my heart and insides just churn from emotion. But sometimes I can smile and think of her and the mark those little footprints left on the world.