Grapes and Bicycles

Dallin and I are two very different people. If you could compare apples and oranges, Dallin would be grapes, and I would be a bicycle. Totally different. Both very great, but completely different. 

These differences only make our marriage stronger, however, they become very apparent when we have to go on road trips. A few weeks ago we drove to St. George and Dallin made a special playlist just for the occasion. It was terrible. I mean... I love him and everything, but it was terrible. He picked country music and only the sappiest and saddest songs seemed to make the cut. Most girls are currently swooning at the thought of a handsome guy picking out lovey-dovey country songs to sing along to in the car, but not me. 

I was DYING.

We just have different tastes, Dallin and I. He likes country, and I... don't really. 

Once during a Fukui family dinner, Dallin told his family that I am a music hipster. When his family asked what kind of music I like, I said,

"I like music with... Banjos...?"

True story.

It got awkward after that.

But to prove the point that my choice of music is different from Dallin's, here is one of my current jams:

And here is one of Dallin's:

I'll probably listen to his song for a while and he has grudgingly admitted that my song is not too bad.

None of this has anything to do with being raised with different backgrounds or in different cultures. Instead, this has everything to do with being different from one another, having long and boring playlists for long and boring road trips, and still loving and liking each other.

(If any of you know where this reference came from, we will most likely be best friends for life. Dallin knows, but because I made him. Not because he wanted to.)