I am not, by any measurement, a Swiftie. I have never been to one of her concerts, never purchased one of her albums, and have not watched a single minute of her Eras Tour concert film. I know only a handful of her songs well enough to sing along, and most of those date back to her first album, which came out in 2006. (Anyone else like “Teardrops on my Guitar?)
And yet, I was absolutely thrilled by the news of her engagement to Travis Kelce. Why?
Because it is a true Love Story.
From his initial failed attempt to give her a friendship bracelet after a concert in Kansas City to the incredibly romantic setting of the proposal itself, they have displayed the type of carefree romanticism that had seemingly disappeared from American life. When my wife played me a snippet of her appearance on the Kelce brothers’ “New Heights” podcast my immediate response was that they sounded like two people who loved each other in a “You’re my bestest friend” kind of way. They make each other smile, make each other laugh, and make each other shake their heads, just like normal people.
For all their millions of dollars and millions of fans and social media followers, Travis and Taylor embody the enduring truth that life is best when you have someone who loves you share it with. That these two people, or any two people, have found that someone, is truly something to celebrate.
Bart
