Our song...

The first time LAL told me he loved me, it was followed by the jingle for Frederick Roofing. (If you are from St. Louis, you know what jingle I mean...For a hole in your roof or a whole new roof...Frederick Roofing).
We laughed that it was our song.
We made other silly proclamations about what our song actually is, which has included Shakira's Hips Don't Lie and Kanye West's Gold Digger.

But after attending two weddings in two weeks, and much discussion about our own wedding has occurred. LAL, who anytime our wedding is mentioned says, "Its all you, Baby. Just tell me what I need to do."
Except for the song. He has a request.

He always wanted to play Genesis' "Follow You, Follow Me" at his wedding. It wasn't at his first wedding, because he didn't think it felt right for the two of them.
So, his heart is set on it, and they lyrics are sweet.

Stay with me,
My love I hope you'll always be
Right here by my side if
ever I need you
Oh my love

In your arms,
I feel so safe and so
secure
Everyday is such a perfect day to spend
Alone with you

I
will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will
be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in
each passing year

With the dark,
Oh I see so very clearly now
All my fears are drifting by me so slowly now
Fading away

I can
say
The night is long but you are here
Close at hand, oh I'm better for
the smile you give
And while I live

I will follow you will you
follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with
you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year there
will be

I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights
that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one
single tear in each passing year...

But how the hell do you DANCE to this song?
He asks for so little, and gives so much, I HAVE to say yes.
And I am sure when that day comes, I will have tears of joy in my eyes and not care that I don't care for the song.

More Nesting...More Bliss

Laughs-a-Lot has no kitchen furniture. It was a source of amusement when he had that crappy sofa, but now that we (and by "we" I mean "he") bought the living room set, we wig out whenever Bubbles eats in the living room, the only place to sit (and here, when I say "we" I do, in fact, mean "we.")

An exclusive furniture store is going out of business, so we went there to get something high quality at a discounted price. Nothing. Except a dresser I fell in love with. But we didn't need a dresser.

We went to the place where we bought the living room furniture, and BINGO! We found it. His kitchen space is small, so we found a round table with folding leaves and some great chairs with padded seats that, remarkably enough are comfortable for both of us, despite 1 foot, 2 inch difference between us.

While there, he said to me, "We're going to eventually need to get a bedroom set, too. I don't like mine. I was cheap and I just don't like it anymore."
Loved the "we."

My mind kept going back to that dresser, and also the fact that my current dresser, a beautiful antique rosewood, is useless because the drawers leave wood stains on my clothes and the knobs continually pull out.

I started asking Laughs-a-Lot if he liked the dresser. He assured me he did. I asked if it was a design he could not only live with, but possibly have an entire bedroom suite of similar pieces. He tells me he really liked it.

After kicking it around for a couple days, and talking the store down another $100, I am the proud owner of a fine piece of furniture. Laughs-a-Lot and I are picking it up Sunday. He's glad I am so tickled about it and even said I'd never get this nice of a piece for so little again.

I love my dresser, but I adore my Laughs-a-Lot.

Dedication...

I am in the middle of two posts that I just haven't had the time to finish posting. I have to say a few words about several special people who have died, all within a week.

First, my sister-in-law's nephew's baby who was merely 3 days old. The doctors knew he had heart problems and induced labor early to start treatment. After Sean Matthew was born, doctors realized that the problems were much worse than expected and the only way he could survive is if he had a transplant immediately. Originally they thought they had until he was three. He was buried in a cemetery for newborns. How sad that such a cemetery exists.

Tuesday morning at school we were alerted that our reading specialist, who was battling breast cancer for the second time, and was only 38 years old, was in the ICU. She had been at school every day, and told us, "I'll be here as long as you'll have me!" Yesterday morning, she lost her battle, leaving behind a husband and children.

Wednesday night I got the call that two of the kids I worked with through the foundation that works with pediatric cancer patients had passed. One was my buddy James, whom a posted about a couple of times. The other was Bailee, whom I chaperoned on my very first trip with the group. She battled bravely and for a long time. She always was feisty.

It was a sad, depressing week, and I want to thank those who have sent me consoling thoughts and prayers.

Here are my buddies, Bailee and James.