Front-Row Seat

The story behind this song

She used to say sorry just for walking into rooms, like she owed the air an apology. Then came the night classes with the baby sleeping, textbooks spread across the kitchen table, the first time she said no and meant it — and he went and bragged to his brother about it. Now she walks in and the room sits up, and nobody's prouder than him.

Thirty years of front-row seats to someone becoming, brick by brick, braver than the girl he married. For the husband who's in awe of who she is now — and is already saving a seat for whoever she becomes next.