Friday, March 27, 2009

the most romantic song....

This seriously had me teary when I heard it on the radio. Thank you Brad Paisley for singing such a romantic heart warming song. This is what I want for the rest of my life.

I remember, trying not to stare the night that I first met you. You had me mesmerized.
And three weeks later in the front porch light, taking forty five minutes to kiss goodnight.
I hadn't told you yet, but I thought I loved you then.

Now you're my whole life, now you're my whole world. And I just can't believe, the way I feel about you girl.
Like a river meets the sea, stronger than it's ever been. We've come so far since that day.
And I thought I loved you then.

I remember, taking you back to right where I first met you. You were so surprised.
There people around but I didn't care. I got down on one knee right there.
And once again, I thought I loved you then.

Now you're my whole life, now you're my whole world. And I just can't believe, the way I feel about you girl.
Like a river meets the sea, stronger than it's ever been. We've come so far since that day.
And I thought I loved you then.

I can just see you, with a baby on the way. I can just see you, when your hair is turning grey.
What I can't see is how I'm ever going to love you more. But I've said that before.

Now you're my whole life, now you're my whole world. And I just can't believe the way I feel about you girl.
We'll look back someday, at this moment that we're in and I'll look at you and say, "And I thought I loved you then."
And I thought I loved you then.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Beautiful..

 I read this on another blog I read: http://or-so-i-feel.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-love-poetry.html
It was just amazingly beautiful so I had to post it, mostly so i can read it again.

The Archipelago Of Kisses
 
 We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don't
grow on trees, like in the old days. So where
does one find love? When you're sixteen it's easy, 
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. There's the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we
shouldn't be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you'd quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get
older, kisses become scarce. You'll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road, 
with its purple thumb out. If you
were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's
red door just to see how it fits. Oh where
does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss. 
Now what? Don't invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whiskey. 
It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters, 
but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye, 
and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow, 
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss. 
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, 
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones. 

Jeffrey McDaniel
 

Friday, March 20, 2009

Ring thing

So i'm not sure why being engaged has been on my mind a lot lately. Well maybe that's not true. Almost all of my girlfriends are married. I watch a lot of love movies that end in happy endings. 
More than anything I really want to go to the next step with Joe. I really want to finally start our life together. I'm 28 we've dated for 8 years. I suddenly feel this sense of urgency to just jump in. 

I know he wants to get married too. At least that's what he's told me. But i don't think he feels the same pangs when someone else gets engaged. I don't think he looks at his finger longingly wondering what a ring will look like on it. 

Am i just really pathetic? Is this something other people think about too? I think I need a support group...lol...not so funny.