I’m leavin’

 You are my:

Jean Jacket Partner

Irish Boy Bar Partner

Easter Sunday Fish Fry Partner

“Drive” Partner

Four Bottle of Wine Partner (ouch)

Tree Branch Running Over Partner

Sweat Pant Finding Partner

Baby Hair Dressing Partner

Weed Vase Partner

Roasted Nut Partner

Nacho Partner

Hat Partner

Couch Partner

Kissing Partner

Cheese and Cracker Partner

Step Back Partner

Shower Partner

Wasabi Pea Partner

Phone Partner

Lyrics Partner

Camping Partner

Dart partner

Walking Partner

Drinking Partener

Kiss Scouting Partner

Singing Partner

Hummus Partner

Cuddling Partner

Sabers Gear Shopping Partner

Will you be my forever…….

 All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’m standing here outside your door,
I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.
But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn, the taxi’s waiting He’s blowing his horn.
Already I’m so lonesome I could die.
So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

There’s so many times I’ve let you down, so many times I’ve played around,
I tell you now they don’t mean a thing.
Every place I go I’ll think of you, every song I sing I’ll sing for you,
when I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring.
So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

Now the time has come to leave you, one more time let me kiss you,
then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come when I won’t have to leave alone,
about the times I won’t have to say:
kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.
I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

Is This a Plan…

I am thinking it’s a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and
When we kiss they’re perfectly alignedAnd I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into
Corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
From the clay

True, it may seem like a stretch
But it’s thoughts like this
That catch my troubled head
When you’re away, when I am missing you to death

When you were out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
“Come down now,” they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
“Come down now,” but we’ll stay

I’ve tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
Sounded thin upon listening

That frankly will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
“Come down now,” they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
“Come down now,” but we’ll say…

Invincible

Just a little excerpt from a great Crossfade song:

 I can’t be held responsible
This is all so new to me
Just when I think I’m invincible
You come and happen to me

                                                                                                 

A True Friend Knows the Song in Your Heart…

And sings it back to you when you have forgotten the words!

There are few people who I can say this about.  That is as it should be however.  A handful of true friends is far better than a laundry list of those who meerly call themselves friends.

Jennifer- “wrong word syndrome?”

Tracey- “Stop looking at me, and sing the damn song!”

Mom- “And what would people think if you got up there and sang like that?”

A persons voice says so much about them.  My voice tell people when I am sad, serious, happy, convicted, overwhelmed… etc.  I have never spent much time, or given too much energy to though though of doing something with my voice until recently.  I guess, in the long run, I don’t want to wake up one day and wish I had tried.

As a girl I would sing for sporting events, and other random activities.  I sang in-front of people in Florida at 18.  And then, I just stopped.  I stopped singing in public because I began to wonder what people were saying or thinking.  And recently, over the past two months, I have sang more than I ever had. 

Do I think this could take me somewhere?  No, but it sure is a whole lot of fun!

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