Be my mirror my sword and shield

I went to see Sex and the City last night with gal pals...
I loved it. I laughed and cried and mourned my old semi glamorous self pre-children. I might visit my Louis Vuitton Alma later today. I will take her out of the dust sleeve and smell my old life before sensible totes and baby bags ruled the world.
I had the coolest meet up with the divine Restaurant Widow this morning at our local farmers market. Finn and I walked with her through the market and picked her brain and asked loads of questions...She is such a foodie (what else to call peeps with extensive food knowledge?) and was super helpful and adorable!!! We saw quail eggs, bought lamb chorizo, and had a lovely time. Check out her site local yokels. Happy Weekend. xo

One of these mornings/You're going to rise up singing

We have been listening to jazz for a couple days. Some Duke, Dizzy, Miles, Billy, Ella, and Louis... Finn says it is crazy music. I say hell yeah. I grew up with a friend who would later become a pretty great jazz pianist and would gift me with mix tapes of Keith Jarret when I was in Jr. High. I also dated Makis in Greece who is a Jazz aficionado and made me think more about melody. Jazz is like daily life with small children. It is about taking some parts of the day and working them over and over like a melody that wants to unwind. It is frenzied at times, but if you keep improvising you can find yr way to something new and better. We made some masks. I think they are so cool. Just cut out a mask shape from stiff felt and attach a dowel rod or wooden skewers(careful-pointy) with hot glue to the back. Have fun!

the world it won't wait for you/its got its own things to do

I found these brand new wipe containers at the thrift store for 50 cents and just removed the mickey mouse sticker and replaced with a brown kraft label. I added a cute rubber stamp and repackaged them simply. I am thinking these will be sold at the festival too. I would pay a few bucks for a cute wipe container like this...Would you?
We rescued this from the yard sale. It was brass and in bad shape. I snipped out the electrics and am in process of pinking it up with some paint and am going to add pillar candles. It will hang outside for alfresco dining this summer. I am loving it.
I reviewed the book The Yummy Mummy Manifesto over here...Please check it out.
Also go over here and try to win this!!!!

You have to believe we are magic/Nothin' can stand in our way

It is seriously bliss to go back and be able to suspend my disbelief with my kids. I love play. I love that I am propelled from my day full of business, bills, and a gyno appointment into the magical land of fairy chairs. I love that all the crud of the day, all the big person stress, can be peeled right off and thrown away for a couple hours as I pretend with Finn. Pretending is hard core in our world lately. The fairies are coming tonight and need a seat in the garden. We are going to catch one soon and bring him inside to live in Finnian's bedroom. We are going to be soft with the fairies and we might even dance in the grass with them. Mommy will wear a gold caftan and flowers in her hair. We are lucky because not every garden has fairies. Make a chair for yr fairies- If ya got some ;)


Gather the materials from the deep of the woods (AKA backyard)

Find four sturdy sticks to be the post and stick them in the ground to act as base

Use glue gun (OK- purists.. I am so sorry but I am kinda tired and don't feel like weaving grass:) to build up the chair form

Attach twigs, hay, bark, moss, etc to base and build up the chair to yr liking
Place it in yr garden and chant the magic words:
fairy chair
fairy chair
little fairy please sit on me
come into garden and you will see
the magic that is here for you and me

Get up on your feet, yeah/Step to the beat

I am getting back in gear this week and hope to finish my mini camp packets this weekend. I was so shocked and rocked at the 50+ peeps that joined in to camp it with us this summer. I know many of you are interested in just taking the info and doing yr own thing, but if anyone would like to document this educational fun we should set up a little photo gallery on flickr or something!( anyone wanna volunteer?) :) If anyone else would like to get in on the mini camp fun please email me soon. amytsharp (at) gmail (dot) com.
Birds have taken over my house! I have been making garlands and hanging birds for comfest all weekend. There is so much crafting going on here in preparation that my house looks like a shop! Finn and Blaise love them and I might just have to make a bunch more for their rooms soon! Felt rules. Speaking of birds...check out my pal over at her blog for a chance to win one of our cool teethers!

Was a piccolo player in the marching band

Our town keeps opening up it's treasures to us. We enjoyed the old school Memorial Day parade this morning. It was full of clowns and veterans and the cool Shriners in freaky small cars. It was so Norman Rockwell with a fly over from the military helicopters and smiling faces everywhere. Neighbors talking to each other and a feeling of community so thick you could slice kindness in the air with your fingertips. My neighbor made homemade donuts and the kid in all of the adults most definitely came out to play. Finn, Blaise, and their buddy Parker were in a state of awe for one hour. What more could you ask for?

Last year on this day I was thinking about this. Today I am still thinking those same thoughts. I hope we all are thinking a bit about the troops and wishing that next year things might possibly look a bit brighter.

i will show you you're so much better than you know

Granny is getting a bag full of flowers and I am clutching one of my first paychecks for freelance writing and not even my sunburn can get me grumpy right now. I woke up a bit "mardy" as Joe says and it took the three boys all morning to scrape it off me. Why am I like this? Anyhoo, I feel better and am super delighted with my packaging of my mobiles for comfest.I think they look like lollipops right? I am going to put them in a candy jar to sell them...Cute??? I hope there is sunshine on yr face today. xo





This is what i feel like today.

And the Tide's Gonna Turn/and It's All Gonna Roll Your Way.

If this is the donation pile and we all made money then you can imagine how big a production it was. Wonderful day for a tag sale. We purged the basement and made some money and our pals made some cash for their non profit. We had a charity lemonade stand and kids and puppies and sunshine. I am hours later a bit sun kissed and tired like a nut, but I am thankful that the day went well. I like this and this today. Happy Saturday xoxo

She said don't I know you/From the cinematographers party

It was just me and Blaise today. Finnian got to go to a swap meet with his grandparents.
They picked him up at 8am and were gone all day.
I have been without both boys before (ah bliss) for the day, but I realized I am not much with just one anymore. It is always me and these two guys most everywhere, most every day. Blaise noticed right away and cried and cried as the back door closed and Finn hopped in grandpa's truck. He is all over that brother of his. He is tethered to him.
I did get to snuggle extra today with the fat man and we took a tub bath together. There was just a quiet throughout the house that was odd. A string of endless chatter and words that end in probing punctuation were gone and the absence of the sound was melancholy.

And how bout this? Much odder and cooler than my day.
I said goodbye to Design Mom today and it was sad. Sniff. I loved it there.
My long distant chair goddess sent me these Hema plates in the mail. I almost died. I am planning my meals around them.

Home is where I want to be/Pick me up and turn me round

Our friend Patrick leaves in the early morning and Finnian is already sad. He asked me earlier if we could keep him, like he was a hamster or something. Our day was jam packed and busy with a whole bunch of normal activities (grocery, alfresco lunch, Target, walk) but they somehow felt novel and exciting with Patrick on board. We even walked two blocks with a blow up swimming pool above our heads home from the gas station air pump. The day was carved from elbowroom.
We ended up at the Pig Iron BBQ pit where we all ingested entirely too much pork and reveled at the old pick up truck turned into a bar. I am tired and my house is wretched, but it was a great day. Sometimes it is good for me to go off schedule and stop trying to force a day to be something that it might not want to be. I will miss Patrick too. Its funny how those friends from your true formative years are so important. I like that Patrick knew me wild and reckless way back then and how now he knows me as a mama. He knows me, that's the key. He's a good friend to us and I am going to slip little love notes in his backpack right now.





***Yo. Bloggess- yr name came out of the hat for the 300th post. You win a little treat from me. How do you get to be so cute and lucky? unfair. :) Send me yr addy! xo amy

I don't need an invitation/The best peach is at the top of that tree

There is a crash that is awesome after a day fueled with candy.

Our dearest friend Patrick rolled in from Boston this morning to watch this with Joe.
Joe worked for a half day and me and the boys tooled around town. We strolled down to the local candy store and Pat nearly bought out the store. It was fun.
I am sitting here thinking about what kind of trouble they might be getting into out on the town right now. At least the loudness is inside a pub and not my house. Right now my house is still with the exception of the radio softly playing in the babies room. It sounds like time for me to work on the thirty two thousand projects I have going, but it feels like time to just be. I was talking to Patrick today about how his best friends in Boston now have two small children and his buddies wife no longer babies them when he visits- she no longer wakes them up with coffee and french toast on platters like she did in their 20's after a good night out. She is busy now and they miss that coddling. Pat noted that it must all change when kids come, how the best you used to have for only one person was now spread out to many. I agreed and told him that Joe often gets the bum deal and the kids get it all. I give it all away some days. But not today. Tonight I am saving a bit of my spark for only me. I am going to grab a Stella Artois and open the screen door and and sit in my garden. I am going to turn off the computer and the phone and sit with myself. I am going to be thrilled that no one needs me and that dryer that just buzzed can flip right off. I can here myself exhale.

An inspiration is what you are to me/ inspiration look see

Today marks my 300th post. I think this is pretty cool as it means I have sat down here or there three hundred times and reflected, paused, and thought a bit. It means I have really started to do what I said I would do. Write and create again. It means one of you gets a treat! Is this not tradition in the blog world to give away a little bit of love to mark some event like this? Leave me a comment- tell me yr favorite post of the year and I will draw a name on Thursday. I will send you a lil packet of love that whispers thank you again.

And be there when I feed the tree

We started our morning garden journal time. Out in the garden with sketch books and pajamas before breakfast. It went pretty well. I often have these lofty dreams of projects that I see us doing and we are like in slow motion and blissed out with an instrumental Jane's Addiction soundtrack playing in the background. It hardly ever happens...but, gardening is starting off much like my dreams. I am liking it and so are the boys. We have these lofty goals to get our butts outside every morning before breakfast and journal. Finn makes me wear my thrift store garden hat. I pretend to fuss and complain. But, really I love it. It goes along with my whole lofty garden dream.


*Tuesday is my 300th post. Holy Wow.
Also- I am on over at the fabulous design mom all week...

all over you, all over me/the sun, the fields, the sky

The sun rubbed all over us today.
The wind with a chill to it danced around our collars.
Outside was bliss.
It was beautiful in the backyard as a family with everyone working on different projects. We worked our garden and planted today. We fixed our amazing free herb container. We made a pumpkin patch. We created. We laughed. Happiness most definitely flowed in a circular motion.
***OK! I am about to freak out in delight! I am a guest mom for DESIGN MOM this week. She is like my favorite mom ever and I am beyond honored to hang out in her divine space. Come visit this week. xo

the sleep i've lost could rest me/but clocks keep slippery time

Saturday queen
Kate's belly grows
Fueling up

I have been thinking about this old movie.
Watcher in the Woods
have you ever seen it?
flipping bette davis and disney and scary as hell
I am so renting it

Oh It's Such A Perfect Day/I'm Glad I Spent It With You

It was kinda like when I met Bossy.
I was nervous but super excited because I knew I would love her.
SusieJ rocked my world today.
She is like my hometown local Bossy.
That gorgeous sweetheart you adore and wanna look like...
She is super mama. She has 4 young boys and still looks fresh.
She gives me many wonderful tips and tricks.
She makes me think about things.
She was the first blogger I connected with beyond the blog...
I found her when I started blogging last year and have been emailing and chatting , but have not met until today. (dude- 300th post coming up next week!)

Today was a wonderful day that started off here.
Holy Mother of God I love this place.
And then we went over to Susie's and played.
Like all day
Finn loved her boys as they share his affinity for the dress up box. He told me that he liked it there. I told him I liked it there too. I left my coat and a baby bottle in her kitchen. Oh well, I will have to go back :)



I also made this:
I am trying to get better with my meal planning.
I am trying to really hold myself to preparing the food I say I will.
Stick to the plan Stan.

The attraction the tension/Baby like this is perfection

We live near this little gem called "Just Pies".
We will have lived here a year this summer and had yet to visit the shop. We tried to go on Monday for Joe's birthday but it was closed. We went last night and seriously fell in love with the old school charm of the pie place. It is super cute and family run and inside there is a big photo of Oprah Winfrey, as she had apparently mentioned it on her show before. The girls working the counter seemed as sweet as the pie and we all left smiling. After chowing a medium cherry down we are fearful of a pie addiction starting...I can hardly wait for dinner tonight to be over so we can open that white box again. What kind of pie do you like?Wanna share some recipes? Here is a little pie porn I saw yesterday on one of my favorite blogs.

can you look out the window/without your shadow getting in the way

We made Shadow puppets this morning after finding this book at the library. They turned out beautiful and Finn is upstairs now in his bed playing with them. (Any excuse for flashlights) I think a whole puppet family might be cool to act out some bedtime stories...


* Thank you to everyone who wished well, emailed, inquired, and bought new teethers! :) Means a lot!

And no matter where I roam/I will find my way back home

I updated Etsy today with our newest product...The fabulous maple teether/rattler!
Joe is so amazing and after only a short time he had made us the perfect teether. I am really proud to sell these. I love creating and making, but I am really feeling love from our natural wood products the best. I love that they are simple and sweet and affordable and perfect to give! I also love that our whole family is a part of the process of creation! Stop by here and here to check them out. Thanks for letting me gush.

xo



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I swear I can see your soul

Daddy has a birthday today
we made you lots of cards and trinkets
36 and devastatingly handsome
36 and I would so pick you up today like I did so many years ago
At a party or a bar
take you home and never let you go
You are beautiful
and you know how to do most anything
you tell stories that pop my irises
and the world could fall inside out
as long as you are near me
Happy Birthday Joe.

We made steak and fries and took a walk to the candy store.
A pretty good day.
xo

Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother

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Happy Mother's Day
to my mom. You have been putting up with my shit for years and you love me with a fierceness I am just now understanding. Thank you for all that you do. You have never stopped mothering me and you have always saved my butt. Every single time. Thank you for yr shiny beautiful love.

it's that little souvenir of a colourful year

I was feeling that urge to make today. We went to the first outdoor farmers market of the year in our town this morning at 7:30am. We let daddy sleep in and had a blast walking around and thinking about all the yummy food that is back! Asparagus hello!
The annual plant sale was in full bloom and looking amazing.
Later the boys left to go spend the night with grandma and papa and Joe decided to take a nap...so I made this:
(I have been gearing up for my tag sale next Saturday and wanted to salvage some of the small scrappy stuff that I figured might not sell and would be tossed or donated. I thought it was a cool way to preserve some trinkets for the boys in an useful way.) How do we collect so much nonsense?

Time can break your heart

I got some news this morning that should make me feel better. I found out that a person(s) of interest is in custody for the 2003 murder of one of my students. Kiya was shot to death as she slept on her couch in June 2003 by bullets most likely intended for someone else. It was called a drive by shooting. It is a significant marked spot in the time line of my life. It has been such a long time and I had resigned that the police would never be able to crack the silence of my school's neighborhood. I had let go of a lot of the negative and terrible feelings and had been able to look back on Kiya with positive thoughts. I guess I was just plugging the hole because this morning I sat and sobbed and sobbed at the news link my old co-worker sent me. I could not stop crying and it might have been a release of four years or just a final goodbye- I don't know. I just do know that Kiya imprinted her soul on mine and there are not enough words to describe the 9 year old girl from the inner city who memorized Langston Hughes and brought the school to its knees with her poetry and the ability to speak in front of assemblies and mesmerize crowds. She was ethereal in her beauty inside and out. I feel honored that I was able to spend my days with her. I have said it before, but she and all the other students were my amazing primer to motherhood. I cherish what they taught me.
In the weeks after her death I became pregnant with Finn. In my inner most thoughts and private wishes I would allow myself to believe that a tiny piece of Kiya was being reborn. I spoke her name and thought of naming my unborn child Kiya if a girl...
I thought of a lot of things during those first few months after she was murdered. I mostly thought of her light and her goodness and today I am trying to get back to that place again. I am trying to see that there is sense in a senseless world. I am trying to think of her smiling and gorgeous and smart up in heaven like my friend Regan says, "Having a tea party with Langston Hughes." If there is a heaven I am sure Langston Hughes and most of the other inhabitants are surrounding her and she is the belle of the whole shabang.

When I get down sometimes I will read this particular poem that Kiya read at our school one evening at a family night. I will hear her complete confidence and strong voice... I will hear the past but see the future.

A GREAT SOMEBODY
By: Adrian Sceley Hartesty
I am a serious child.
I am a serious child with serious goals.
My life is destine to be filled with positivity.
I am a worker.
If it takes hard work to reach my goals, I will do it.
I am a clean somebody.
I know if I lie down with hogs, I will come up with mud. So I will work to keep my mind, my body and my character clean.
I am intelligent.
My brain is a storage place.
So I will fill it to the brim with knowledge and look forward with hope of what tomorrow will bring.
I am a hero.
I don’t spend time wasting time because I know there is room at the top for me.
I am the greatest somebody there is,
so start leading me now teachers,
start guiding me now teachers,
start praising me now teachers.
and you will see me rise to the highest heights.

And wake up where the clouds are far behind me

We made felt hanging mobiles today. I think we may string them together and frame Finn's doorway with the sweet circles. Like a cool kids version of the 70's bead curtain... We listened to The Essential Judy Garland and ate cold pancakes. We are making mothers day gifts that are so sub par this year that I cannot in good faith share any sort of photos or tutorials. It has been busy and time is running out. Grannies know we love them even if our paper crafts are crap right?
I am off to make a frappe-
I drink these all day long when it is warm out. When I lived on Mykonos I became a bit of a junkie for the Nescafe and for the strong Greek Coffee! I was so highly caffienated that I smiled the entire time I lived there. Shop owners and gyros boys would call from small open windows, "Here comes Ms. America." I loved it.
I also fell for creperies and have yet to recreate a crepe in real life like one in Mykonos town. It is kinda like when I go to eat at a Mexican restaurant and I nearly die in ecstasy at the white cheese that melts all over my food and makes me curl my toes in pleasure. I always ask the server (to Joe's horror) what kind of cheese it is and where I can purchase it. Every single time the server tells me with a shrug, "Mexican cheese". I can't make a crepe or find my elusive cheese, but I can frappe yr heart out. Check this video out and make one!

I never did believe in the ways of magic/But I'm beginning to wonder why

I've been making art smocks for kids for COMFEST.!!!!
I tried to sew smocks at first and found that it was time consuming and pricey, so I had the idea at the thrift store to purchase a bunch of 99 cent uniforms and scrubs and jazz em up for art smocks. It totally works and it is green and fabulous! I feel really good about them as they are all unique and funky and I hope they find good homes with artsy wee ones this summer. Finn loves his!
I am loving pinwheels this week. They are so simple to make. Here is a cool template.
On our walk today we stopped at the pinwheel garden at the local church to look and Finn was obsessed with dandelions. He swears he has never made a wish on one. I told him I was sure last year we did this. His memory is funny like that. He can remember certain things now with clarity, particularly anything involving sugar or going fast, but some things he does not. So we sat down and blew the seeds off dandelions for a bit and Blaise was delighted of course and it reminded me of last year and the fireflies.
One of the things I think Finn gets from Joe is his delight in the here and now. They both are like that. They both tend to allow the pure joy of a moment wash over them and are able to block any other stimuli and simply be. I find that I am like this rarely. I want to be like this more.

Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

Outside day. So thankful that our pal came over and used his tiller on our garden spot. It would have taken me all day Saturday with the kiddos. (Who am I kidding? Joe would have had gotten stuck with it!) Finn has finally started to ride his bike. He was a late bloomer with the bike riding department. He never really wanted to ride his trike or any other pedal type contraption. Just last week he started feeling confidant and is now soaring around the driveway and yard. My heart swells. Every night after dinner we have walked across the street to the giant church parking lot and had a blast watching Finn ride. He goes so far from me like a little spot on the horizon..like a glaring suggestion of the future.

If I knew the way I would take you home.

Finnian had his 4year old Dr. appointment this morning. I walked through the door and the very first thing I noticed was a brand new baby in the waiting room, screaming, squawking, and asserting herself into the practice. I noticed the new mom a bit anxious looking as she dug round in her new gleaming perfect diaper bag for some solace. I felt that moment shine over me, I was there for a second in that limbo land of new baby. The magnitude of WTF and sleep deprivation mixed into a cocktail like nothing I ever had in college. I smiled at her and she knew I knew. I know I still have a baby. Blaise is tiny still, but nothing is like that first one. There will never again be that first visit. I know it has been tossed around in every mothers mind and these are not shockingly new thoughts but Finnian had to pee in a cup today and that really made me realize he is a big boy.
He also had a clever debate with his doctor concerning shots and how he really didn't think a booster of Hepatitis was necessary. Love him.

Two things:

Check out these adorable shoes from my pal over at Skimbaco.
She is a sweet gal with a cool business and I want these shoes for some new baby girls in my life! Adorable.

I also wanted to tell you about MotherTalk's THAT BABY CD/DVD I reviewed for them. I loved it so much! The DVD is amazing and sucks you right in with the beautiful Happiness Runs tune. All the gorgeous acoustic music is such a refreshing break from the usual suspects in children's music marketing. (Wheels on the freaking bus!!!) The video is truly watchable from an adult standpoint. I really did sink into the couch and relax. I was not mentally preparing shopping lists or writing poems in my head as I often find myself doing while viewing children's programming.
Old school lovelies like Fleetwood Mac, Neil diamond, The Pretenders, Joni Mitchell and more rock it!
The music is chill and relaxed but authentically great to listen to as a family. We have been playing the CD in the car nonstop. I highly recommend this cool CD! They also replace their item if they get damaged or scratched. How family friendly is this company?
To buy the CD and/or DVD, you can check out the That Baby website. If you enter the coupon code "MotherTalk" when purchasing you can save 20% on your entire order!

From now until May 18th, all orders using the coupon code "MotherTalk" will be entered in a drawing to win a new iPod nano!

This review is part of the MotherTalk blog tour.

So- super late...Paige you won the Mama Rocks book giveaway! Coming your way!
I am also giving my CD copy of That Baby CD away to a reader!!!!
Please leave a comment on this post by Tuesday night at 11pm my time. Woo Woo!
You are gonna love it!

She'll turn her music on you/You won't have to think twice

Outside Sunday bliss and free found objects from our friend Ame who works at the local Waldorf school. They were getting rid of these big old tubs...Hello herb garden?






And I found this today. I love this cover so much from Gwenny. Happy Sunday!

I'm breaking through/I'm bending spoons

Some old pals came round for dinner tonight. Deliriously delicious people from our past remind us to not let life or small things separate us from the kind of folks that inspire and supply joy.








Today I introduced Finn and Blaise to REM. Finn raised his hands above his head and his fingers danced as he smiled. Blaise grinned and we listen to this song as we rolled around on the playroom floor. They were enjoying new music, synapses firing. I was back there in time. I dare you to be about my age and hear this song and not feel summer all around you, humidity thick and hanging. I dare you not to feel that quiet night for just a moment.

Then you'll spread your wings/And you'll take to the sky

While reading about insects this morning (I am so over newest bug fascination) Finn and I decided to plan our summer camp. I feel way behind time because back in the working education world I would have already had my plans submitted and field trips approved and calenders made for the summer program I led for 7 years. My energy was always super high at this stage of the game as I looked forward to all of the cool themes and trips I had planned for my students. I left my job last July and with a 6 month old, moving into a new house, and the overwhelming SAHM experience new vibe, I was too freaked to plan much of a schedule. This year I going back to basics, to the place I thrive. I am planning a mini summer camp for the boys. A planned, but never strict schedule of themes, lessons, and field trips. I might not be able to do much else today bc I am so excited about Finnian's enthusiasm. We spent an HOUR planning our calendar and rubbing our hands together like mad scientists.


I am already in talks with some local pals who are going to join our "camp" summer schedule and perhaps meet up for field trips and I would love to invite you to join in virtually! I can get really into these types of theme units and would be happy to post lessons and activities and create packets if you all are interested. This used to be my work life and I think it is silly not to recreate it in my real life. I would love to share.

If you are interested in a summer camp packet
please email me at amytsharp(at) gmail (dot) com!

Where there's coffee on the table/And kindness in your hand

This was our wedding song. I was very resistant to having a song. I was resistant to a lot back then, but I did make Joe say that this would be just fine for us because it spoke volumes to me at the time. It made sense for our love and it also reverberated the authenticity of simple love and small town living that I knew so well. Our songs were really Brit punk rock and The Rolling Stones, but I think I have always been attracted to songs like this. Songs that others may call cheesey or trite I have sometimes cleaved to my heart. My parents have a Jukebox in the living room and on it are songs like "Peaceful Easy Feeling" by the Eagles and when I hear that song I see my parents dancing and I am sure they choose that song for the way it makes them feel. John Hiatt is cold beer and some of the best times in Athens, Ohio to me. I used to be invited up on stage and would sing Hiatt duets with a townie band at school and it was magnificent.
It's funny how 9 years later the song fits still as our song. It really is the cornerstone, the nominal starting place in the construction of our love. It still makes me scrunch my face when I hear it in bars or elevators or even from Joe Cocker. Life gets more and more complicated each day but I have faith. I actually have better than faith, because faith is belief not based on proof and everyday for over 10 years Joseph has proven himself to be my soul mate.