Pamela-

I’ve always dreamed of singing this song for you.
In my heart, I know that I have, maybe someday I actually will.
It’s everything I’ve always wanted to say to the only person in the world that I could ever say it to.
Our love is a slow, sweet dance . . .
Happy Anniversary, my Pamela
(put on the headphones I’ve left for you. Loggins is simply amazing LIVE.)

Forever

Now, while we’re here alone and all is said and done
Now I can let you know because of all you’ve shown
I’m grown enough to tell ya
You’ll always be inside of me.

How many roads have gone by
So many words left unspoken
I needed to be be your side
If only to hold you.

Forever in my heart
Forever we will be
Even when I’m gone
You’ll be here in me
Forever

Once, I dreamed that you were gone
I cried, I tried to find ya
I begged the dream would fade away and please awaken me
The night took a hold of my heart
And left me with no one to follow
The love that I grasped in the dark,
I’ll always remember

Forever in my heart
Forever we will be
Even when I’m gone
You’ll be here in me
Forever

Forever in my heart
Forever here you’ll be
Even when I’m gone
You’ll be near to me

Forever in my life
Always thought I’d be
I’d be yours

Forever . . .

A happy birthday to the original cat whisperer, Pamd.
Love ya, milady.

~m

ps. she’s 35 again! Go figure.

Only my wife can say to me, (as she did tonight)
“When are you going to write something on the blog?
There’s been nothing of substance lately. Where’s the writing?”
I hate when she’s right. Write. Right.
I have a few things cued up in need of definite editing so please check back on Monday.
Thank God I have someone to give me some much needed toughlove, huh?
Not everyone is as lucky.
;)

For some people, like myself, music defines an essential and necessary part of our lives.
Thoughts, moments in time, emotions and overall philosophy regarding life can be
found floating somewhere in between the bass and treble clef of a piece of music.
I associate many times in my life with a particular piece of music, hence this post tonight.
I wrote this post back in June but it’s just appearing now, though I’m not sure why.

Maybe God knows.

I found a song that lyrically describes my current relationship with my wife, Pamela.
And no, the word “booty” is found nowhere in the song. :wink:

This song just made total sense to me, in every way.
I tried like hell to find a recording or video to post but I came up empty handed.
The lyrics to “East of Eden” by Michael McDonald describe our life to a tee.
I recommend that you download the song off Itunes or better yet buy the album “Blink of an Eye”.
No shoddy links tonight, just some lyrics.
These words perfectly describe me and the green-eyed woman that forever holds my heart in her hands.
This is purely us . . .

East of Eden

The world goes mad around us
While I stand by and watch you sleep
In the hope that harm won’t find us
I pray the Lord our souls to keep
Does he see us here
Are we precious in his sight
Or are we merely dust on this tiny ball
He hurled out into the night
Somewhere East of Eden.

From the first time that we stumble
We learn that nothing is assured
However hopelessly we tumble
It’s by the grace of God that we endure.
If there’s some better place
Far from all that’s wrong
But if God in his wisdom
Saw fit to put you here
Then this is where I belong
Somewhere East of Eden.

Maybe he laughs in our face
By way of the cold hard fact
That these moments framed in time and space
Are the same ones nothing can bring back.
“Maybe we exist and wander through this world
Just to lead each other home”
From somewhere East of Eden

I love you Mrs. Murphy . . .