It was a lovely weekend, one that consisted of volunteering at the Community Action House, dinner with family and friends, learning a new craft, and being amazed at my eldest son's beauty and grace as he danced in "The Promise". I watched him on stage bathed in orange lights as I sat in the darkened Knickerbocker theatre with tears rolling down my cheeks. No, it might not have been the perfect performance, but it was wonderful nonetheless. As I struggled with my emotions, the lyrics to a John Lennon song came to mind. I'll leave you with this..
JOHN LENNON lyrics - "Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)"
Close your eyes,Have no fear,The monsters gone,He's on the run and your daddy's here,Beautiful,Beautiful, beautiful,Beautiful Boy,Before you go to sleep,Say a little prayer,Every day in every way,It's getting better and better,Beautiful,Beautiful, beautiful,Beautiful Boy,Out on the ocean sailing away,I can hardly wait,To see you to come of age,But I guess we'll both,Just have to be patient,Yes it's a long way to go,But in the meantime,Before you cross the street,Take my hand,Life is just what happens to you,While your busy making other plans,Beautiful,Beautiful, beautiful,Beautiful Boy,Darling,Darling, Darling.....(I must edit here)Niah.
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
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