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an esoteric soul
 
May 02, 2003  

perfect

that was our "theme song" for our long anniversary weekend, part of which we spent at a quaint little cabin in the hocking hills. we didn't plan on having a theme song (i'm corny, but not quite THAT corny)...but we seemed to be playing the same cd over and over and over again, and it just fit. it's a beautiful song.
Perfect

Let's take a picture now
I do not want to forget
The way you look at me when everything is perfect
A perfect memory of when things are so good
And everything has worked out just the way we knew it would

I bought a picture frame
I made room on the wall
I hold you close to my chest
Because I've made room in my heart
You ask me what I'm doing
I say displaying our love
I can see you when I'm awake and you're the one I'm dreaming of

I love the sun when it shines
I love the sky when it's blue
I love the color green
Because it reminds me of you
I've been thinking about you all night
A warm bed and a cozy fire
You put you arms around me and lift my head
And then you kiss me...(baby, whoa, whoa, whoa yeah....)

Let's take a picture now
I do not want to forget
The way you look at me when everything is perfect
Perfect, perfect....

--
Doria Roberts
i like the message here. that, when things are not so great, it's important to look back and remember when they were...which helps you realize that they can be, again.

it's not that s and i have a whole lot of tough times together. i mean, personally, individually, we certainly have. i think that's true for pretty much everyone. but our relationship has been solid...happy...the source of big joy and much peace and really not a whole lotta pain...for a long time. even so, you never know what life will throw your way...so being able to remember the good times is crucial.

i realize that i've never been in this place before. i mean, here we are, after 5 years, and i'm happier than i was when we first got together. i think she is, too (which is, ummmm, fortunate!). 5 years is a long time, but it doesn't feel that way at all. it's such a cliche, but i love her more every day...i really do. i look at her sometimes, just amazed...that she is the woman who loves me. how did i get so lucky? it's just like...wow.

i love you, boobala. here's to another 5 years. :)
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