It's only a few weeks after our wedding when I get the call. We've barely settled after returning from our island paradise honeymoon.

The Queen wants me to open for her for the next two weeks while she does Boston, Philly, Pittsburgh, Toronto, Albany and then finally a three day homestand here in the City.

I can't say no. And even though we've been huddled together in our newly wedded bliss, I know you don't want me to say no, either.

Plus, it's only two weeks.

So a few days later I'm on stage in Boston, running through a selection of songs you picked out. You were so cute, leaving a note of which songs from my albums you wanted me to sing on this go around, signing off with consider it another wedding present to your beloved on the bottom next to your new initials, BPL.

My knees go weak.

And so my set list consists of a few of my hits and some deeper cuts.

Deeper cuts that I know have so much meaning for you.

For us both.

My heart swoons and swells with every note.

I haven't been onstage since we got married.

And even more than before, every song, every note is for you.

And since that very first tour, the very first time I took the stage before The Queen, my second to last song is for you.

Always for you.

"Thanks for having me tonight, Boston. This has been a great night. As you may have heard, I just recently got married." There are cheers from the crowd that lift me up so so high. I wish I could see you, but you're back home. "It's become a tradition of mine to sing a cover song towards the end of my set. Tonight is no different. Being a newlywed, I hope you all can handle the mush for a few minutes. Anyway, we all know who this one is for…"

The band behind me picks up, and Love on Top starts around me.

And I sing it for you, for you, for you.

And I know someone is backstage recording the moment for me so I can send it to you later from the hotel.

And I can't help the burst of happiness that overwhelms me as I sing these lyrics.

I so, so wish you were here, dancing with me onstage.

But it's all for you, baby.

Your smile is so big when I send you the video. I hear you watch it while we facetime. It makes me swoon, hearing how the crowd sings along.

And, baby, I just love you so much.

Sometimes I don't know how I walk around with all these feelings for you inside me.

I feel like I could burst at any time.

The Philadelphia crowd gets to hear how I'm Crazy for You.

Pittsburgh jams along with one of my all time favorites, I feel The Earth Move. The smile on my face when I sing my favorite line, about my heart trembling, is huge. You make my heart tremble all the time, B.

The Canadian crowd in Toronto swoons along with me to A Thousand Years.

When I play that one for you later that night, you get teary. I picked it because it's one of my favorite tidbits of you, locked away in my heart. How you confessed to me one night in bed, in the hushed darkness before we both fell asleep, that the first time you really realized how much you felt for me was when you heard that song playing at the bodega up the street and you thought of me.

And how it made you feel silly, because we hadn't been dating for very long.

But also how it made you feel like everything made sense all at once.

You were so shy telling me that story that I had to laugh at you. The way your eyes moved around the room and then locked on mine helped me understand that you didn't want me to think you were crazy.

You're not crazy, baby. I felt something big for you as soon as we met, too.

Like fate had laid a hand.

When we get to Albany I decide to pull out one of my favorite classics. No one in the crowd will know it, but it's one of my favorite songs to sing in the shower.

"Hey everybody, I'm gonna pull out an old one from the great American songbook tonight. It's one of my favorite songs and it means something special to the woman who owns my heart so… here goes."

And the band starts the Aretha jam You Send Me.

And I don't hold back.

And I let all the rasp in my voice come out full force.

And swoon at your smile as you watch the video I send you that night.

I can see you remembering how it felt to hear it the first time I sang it to you, from the stage of my favorite little piano bar.

And how incandescent your face was when I sang it to you at our engagement party.

And how every time I sing it to you or hum it, around the house, through the phone, whenever the moment strikes me, I can see you swoon.

It does something to me, baby.

We make it back into the city and I can't wait to sleep in my own bed.

Our bed.

It's only been two weeks but I've missed you.

Even though we've talked every day.

And you stayed up to facetime with me before bed every night so that your voice would be the last thing I heard before bed, like usual.

But, you're my wife now.

And every time I think about it it makes my butterflies go crazy and my stomach swoop.

It feels like magic, Britt.

And being away from you for these two weeks while we're still in that phase of swooning and nesting was not ideal.

Not that we can't be apart from each other. Or be independent.

But that our lives literally just changed.

We became connected in a way that is sacred and timeless.

Beyond words.

And when I see you standing there, outside of our building waiting for me holding a single flower, I feel my heart stop.

And your smile, your smile when you see me... it lights me up inside.

And your arms, your arms feel like home.

And we're hugging and laughing like schoolgirls, and you're spinning me around in your arms.

And I know.

I know that I will never ever get tired of this feeling.

You're the best thing that's ever been mine, Britt.

The very best thing.

And so the first night back in New York.

Back home with you.

The first night I choose one of my favorites.

And one of yours.

"New York, it's great to see you! I'm so thrilled to be back, to be here playing the Barclays Center for the first time. It's been a fun two weeks on this tour! I've got a special song for you all tonight, in honor of being back home and back with my favorite person on earth. B… I think you'll love this one."

And I play the first few chords on the piano, soft and sure.

And I know you'll be so, so happy to hear it.

Because you love it when I sing old standards.

And you love it when I sing our songs.

And I fully believe every word of it that comes out of my mouth, especially tonight. Because, baby, the nearness of you, the nearness of you is so enchanting.

It's the best, best thing.

The next night, the next night I skip the sap and bust out one of your favorite old songs and the crowd loves it, joining me loudly in the chorus about how I'm slipping under.

In my mind I can see the first time you danced to it in my bedroom. Freshly back from that first tour you took. Oh, baby, that was a fun night.

On my last night on this tour, with you standing backstage in the VIP section, I'm going to surprise you with one of your favorite songs.

The song that you played for me one night when we were curled up together in bed.

The song that you said reminded you so much of me, of us together.

When you told me my song was always in your heart. The song you always dance to.

One of our unofficial songs.

And I remember how great it felt to dance with you to it on our wedding day, the last slow song of the night. To sing it in your ear, and hear you hum along.

So I address the crowd and thank them again, and I turn my head towards the wings, and smile just for you "This one's for you, B."

Life is sweet, in the belly of the beast.

So, so sweet.

A/N: Hello everyone! If anyone is curious about the songs or why I picked them, hit me up over on the tumblr. Thanks again for everything and moving on with me to Thursdays!