The Making Of “Meet Me In Paris”

Person’s Story

Y'all, I cannot even...so many feelings and thoughts, and just not enough words! Sawyer Auger is THE BEST! I purchased the Personalized Song he offered...and it was the BEST decision and GIFT on the face of the earth (besides perhaps the gift of my husband and children). This is going to be LONG AS HELL...so grab a drink, prop your feet up and get comfy 🤣 The way he was able to create something so sacred and put into words and music that just touched mine and my husband's souls...something that cannot be put into words that justify just how precious a special gift is truly is. Music is part of my very being and existence (as I'm sure it is for most everyone here). It cradles us when we are sad; it lifts us up when we are down; it pushes us forward when we need that extra pep in our step; it celebrates with us when we succeed...it touches the very depths of who we are as humans! And the song he created for my husband and I...it delivered all that and more! We all hear songs...they all have some meaning; they all have a "story". We don't always get to know what the song is exactly about by an artist. Sometimes we get a glimpse into who they are, or someone they knew, or an experience they had. But rarely do we GET the full essence of what that song is truly about, what the artist envisioned when writing it, and the life experience behind it. Sawyer gave that to me...and does it wonderfully! BACK STORY to MEET ME IN PARIS: My husband and I met when we were 12 years old...we are both now 45 😱🤫🤣 He used to throw spit balls at me in homeroom (our last names started with the same letter so we were ALWAYS in the same homeroom class from 7th grade through to 12th), and I would push him and pull his long hair ;-) We NEVER dated in school, but were always best friends (calling each other after school every day the second we got home and off our buses). After high school, he went away to college and I went away to join the Navy (yes, I am a Veteran). We were on opposite ends of the country, but still stayed in touch from time to time. At the end of our 4 years in college/the Navy, we both returned home to visit out families. We both were in other relationships (still never on that same wavelength). At the end of the summer he had a new job and moved to Vermont...I left our small town in Delaware (the saying is true, you really never can go back home when you've done so much "growing up" in a completely different place and time) and moved back to the Gulf Coast of Mississippi.  He always busted my chops for being a “hard ass” but so sensitive when those walls were broken down…it’s what drew him to me most. We still stayed in touch; he visited me to go to Jazz Fest in New Orleans. We were finally both single...still...not on the same wavelength...LOL. Then one day he calls and tells me he's going to Paris, France...for 6 months for his work. HOLY CRAP...I mean, who gets to do that!?!? So, he invited me to come for a visit and have a free place to say (he had an apartment paid for by his company...so I just needed to get my plane ticket). Well, it was 2000 and I was on a plane to Paris. I tell everyone...it took a whole other country and continent to bring the two of us together...FINALLY...in the City of Love...Paris! Fast forward a year...the constant daily long distance calls (and those phone bills) and the every other month trips taking turns flying back and forth from Mississippi to Vermont came to a head. It was...one of us had to move or this needed to come to an end. So, I packed up my little life on the Gulf Coast and moved to Vermont. He wanted a family I couldn't give him...it was an unspoken reason for years that we never married. Then one fateful day, we would discover I was pregnant. We were both shocked and full of joy. But our worlds would come crashing down when she was born too premature, lived 5 days and then Rosanna (we call her Zanna) died in our arms. We tried again...and again we would be devastated by the loss of our son too early. My husband was a musician...not the same style music exactly, but a self made and self jack of all instruments and abilities with recording, writing and making that magic. Until our precious Zanna had come into our life and left a hole in our souls. He stopped his music, and unfortunately tried to drink his grief away. A year later, he finally proposed...on my birthday...2 days before we found out we were pregnant again...with our oldest daughter who is now soon to be 13! We have since had 3 living children...we have 6 angel babies...9 children in total. We have been through IT ALL and back more times than I can count. Our history, our story, our love, our grief, our family...it's just so much you would never think it could be put into enough words and feelings that fit into a short song. However, Sawyer did just that...and I can't thank him enough...EVER! And so, now I share with you...Meet Me In Paris...