Hey, Soul Mate

You ever heard that song Hey, Soul Sister by Train? You should listen to it before reading the rest of this so you get the full effect of the power of the song. It’s been declared our couples “Theme song of the Year” by none other than…drum roll please…my husband! Yes, Mister “I Can’t Sing” himself. He will never admit he sings (and if you were to hear him you might agree), but my secret is that I love, I adore, when he gets stuck on a favorite song. But I do believe I’m the only one in the family who isn’t deaf. When a favorite song comes on in the car, it gets cranked up so loud my face hurts! Silly me, and I thought my entire family had selective hearing whenever I was talking to them. No, they’re all just downright deaf! Back to the song…imagine my new “song of the year” playing very loudly in the car, where I can’t escape. It’s actually a beautiful thing. I have to admit there is nothing sweeter than when he sings out at the top of his lungs, forgetting he thinks he can’t sing, his whole heart and soul on the line. Then, the chorus, his favorite part of all; therefore, the loudest part of all…He looks over at me with his happy, in-love eyes and belts out, “Hey Soul Sister….”. Such a simple gesture of love, really. It warms my soul, and well, it makes me cry. Did I just admit that? So what is a soul mate anyway? If I am his soul sister, then here’s what it must mean:

• I love him so much it makes me cry
• He loves me so much it makes me cry
• He makes me so happy I want to cry
• I get so angry at him I want to cry
• I get so angry at him, and he laughs
• The happiest moments of my life always have him in it
• When he’s not around, I’m empty because I’m missing half of me
• He offers to the relationship what I don’t have
• He makes me laugh, cry, keep going when I think I’m done
• Makes me better than I ever would have been on my own
• Pulls out my higher self, a better me
• Oh, and his dimples are to die for!


Oh my goodness, I think I’m sick in love with my soul mate!

Shall We Dance?

Today is a rainy spring day, and so was yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before…well, OK, the day before that was actually sunny. One sunny day per week so far this spring? Not bad! Do rainy days and Mondays get me down? No way! Here is what rain means to me! The smell of the rain and the cloudy skies remind me that we are on the last few weeks before school is out. Summer is almost here! Amazing how the school years remain such a large part of my adult life. I still have nightmares that I can't remember my locker combination and I'm late to class, or I can’t remember what class I have so I go to the wrong one. I’ve only been out of school now for…hmmm... 17 years! But somehow the excitement of the beginning of summer is still awake in me. Most of all, I love the rain because it reminds me of my mother. Oh, how she loves the rain! Who better to water the flowers and plants than God himself? There’s a quote about learning to dance in the rain. Lucky for me, that’s something I don’t have to learn. My mother often went outside with us during the biggest downpours and we DANCED! I do not dread or fear the rain. Instead, I welcome it and the beautiful memories of fun, of laughter. Shall we DANCE?

Finding Me!

Is this for real? Someone pinch me to see if I’m awake. I can’t believe I really started a blog! I have been afraid of blogging for three years. How will I know what to write? Will people laugh, not because of my content, but because of spelling or punctuation errors? I’ve never written a good article in my life! Let’s not even talk about the things I “wrote” in school… that will give me the hives. I never know what to say even when speaking, how can I write things people will understand? How can I let people know on paper how I really feel? Other blogs I read sound so ingenious, so heart felt or so funny. I am just a regular everyday person with a normal life. If this is nothing more than an online journal for myself, a way to put my feelings down on paper, than I guess it’s worth doing. I am starting this blog not knowing what to expect, not knowing if it will be anything more than two or three entries. Lately, I have felt a need to dig deeper in my soul. I want to uncover layer upon layer of memories and feelings I have hidden deep. I want to discover and explore me! So, here I am, simple me, taking the plunge into the deep unknown and I place a checkmark on my ever growing list of Things To Do Before I Turn 95.