Meant to Meet
pandora
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Last eve while grilling JB says," I hear the kids in the neighborhood, they are out playing late tonight."
I say, 'hmmm playing "statue maker" ..' he whips his head to face me with a surprised look, "they are!?" believing and remembering at the same time.
His eyes said it all. This I can always trust, he understands.
We just get each other like no one else does.
We come from the same place, the same time.
Memories we have made together but also the same memories from before we even met. Shared places, people, events.
Childhood memories, paths that perhaps have crossed before? I'd like to think so.
Like the ice shanty on the skating rink at the grade school.
It had an old black pot belly stove and an old caretaker with a pot belly belly
We would warm our feet up against the stove and slip our skates back on when we could feel our toes again. I wonder was JB sitting next to me warming his wet mittens? Was I shy and looked down as he passed me on the ice more than once?
Like the way too cold pool at Hoyt park, God, could it be any colder?
We would have to have our feet checked, "spread your toes" before going into the pool area.
Climbing the slide swoosh down into the ice water. Is he there playing water tag with the boys dunking each other? Laughing, his dark brown hair dripping in his eyes.
Then after the swim in the treat shop lines. Every one with the their towel rolls held tight with an extra large rubberband, swimsuits tucked inside, hair damp, sun kissed freckled faces. Get an orange creamsicle and head to the swings, swing as high as you can and jump off! Was that JB? impressive even then!
Rollerskating at St. Mary's. My big sister Blythe was the best, she could dance. Somewhere in the crowd of skaters was that JB skating backwards? Time for the bunny hop, could that have been him with his hands on my waist? I get a little thrill at the thought of it even now.
Meant to be.
Meant to meet a hundred times over? maybe.
Meant to share a lifetime of memories.
And meant to be soulmates, yes, meant to be soulmates
I say, 'hmmm playing "statue maker" ..' he whips his head to face me with a surprised look, "they are!?" believing and remembering at the same time.
His eyes said it all. This I can always trust, he understands.
We just get each other like no one else does.
We come from the same place, the same time.
Memories we have made together but also the same memories from before we even met. Shared places, people, events.
Childhood memories, paths that perhaps have crossed before? I'd like to think so.
Like the ice shanty on the skating rink at the grade school.
It had an old black pot belly stove and an old caretaker with a pot belly belly
We would warm our feet up against the stove and slip our skates back on when we could feel our toes again. I wonder was JB sitting next to me warming his wet mittens? Was I shy and looked down as he passed me on the ice more than once?
Like the way too cold pool at Hoyt park, God, could it be any colder?
We would have to have our feet checked, "spread your toes" before going into the pool area.
Climbing the slide swoosh down into the ice water. Is he there playing water tag with the boys dunking each other? Laughing, his dark brown hair dripping in his eyes.
Then after the swim in the treat shop lines. Every one with the their towel rolls held tight with an extra large rubberband, swimsuits tucked inside, hair damp, sun kissed freckled faces. Get an orange creamsicle and head to the swings, swing as high as you can and jump off! Was that JB? impressive even then!
Rollerskating at St. Mary's. My big sister Blythe was the best, she could dance. Somewhere in the crowd of skaters was that JB skating backwards? Time for the bunny hop, could that have been him with his hands on my waist? I get a little thrill at the thought of it even now.
Meant to be.
Meant to meet a hundred times over? maybe.
Meant to share a lifetime of memories.
And meant to be soulmates, yes, meant to be soulmates
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I love that.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
"hail hail the lucky ones I refer to those in love"
We are all lucky if we love.
It doesn't really matter who or how long it lasts
or how many times we find love.
Love is powerful and lives on after we think it is gone.
It grows if nurtured with an open heart and is found in the unlikeliest of places.
Love is the purpose of life and life the sustenance of love.
Show someone some love today and feed the soul.
Really, we are all soulmates where there is love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zI5s0K7xk9k
As written by Van Morrison:
I'll be your man
I'll understand
And do my best to take good care of you
Yes I will
Youll be my queen
Ill be your king
And I'll be your lover too
Derry down green
Colors my dream
A dream that's daily coming true
When day is through
I will come to you
And tell you of your many charms
You'll look at me
With eyes that see
And melt into my waiting arms
And so I come
To be the one
Who's always standing close to you
Reach out for me
So I can be
The one who's always reaching out for you
I'll be your king
You'll be my queen
And I'll be your lover too.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
but the two of you have a love beyond special.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel