You know, Mr Emo doesn't really captivate me like Mr Smith does, but I just close my eyes and picture my lover and his big blue eyes. This is a song for our magical monday.
You know those adolescent days of day dreaming about your first kiss. Or getting lost in songs on your iPod that allow you to fantasize about that dark & handsome man you can't get out of your head?
I think sometimes we forget to fantasize when we get married. We take for granted that soul that wakes up with us and kisses us goodnight. That person who would do anything at the end of the day to make you happy, to see you happy. Sometimes we forget how much we care. Why - because it's just another day, expected, no longer mysterious? When we get used to things we become entitled instead of privileged, blessed? Every day is a miracle, especially when it's one more day with you, my love.
I just watched that Greys Anatomy episode where the 25 week old baby finally passes away. So I'm emotional. I didn't have Mr Smith to look over and confirm - as he always knows - that I'm emotional. I don't want to lose something before I realize just how lucky I am to have it.
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