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As long as you’re with me.

To my wife

If I could live in any place, which place would it be?
Paris, France or Ireland or Southern Italy?
Those would be nice, once or twice, but…
I’d choose Michigan, right where we’ve been, as long as you’re with me.

If I could live in any house, which house would it be?
A mansion in the mountains or a lighthouse by the sea?
Those would be nice, once or twice, but…
Our old house, is where I’d espouse, as long as you’re with me.

If I could drive in any car, which car would it be?
A Beamer on the Autobahn or a car in the Grand Prix?
Those would be nice, once or twice, but…
I’d pick my old truck, with any luck, as long as you’re with me.

If I could float in any boat, which boat would it be?
A paddlewheel on a river or a schooner on the sea?
Those would be nice, once or twice, but…
An old canoe, would certainly do, as long as you’re with me.

If I could rest in any chair, which chair would it be?
A throne inside a castle or a seat at the symphony?
Those would be nice, once or twice, but…
Nothing compares, to rocking chairs, as long as you’re with me.

If I could eat any meal, which meal would it be?
Boiled lobster on the beach or hors-d’oeuvres with wine and brie?
Those would be nice, once or twice, but…
I’d eat a PB&J, on a rainy day, as long as you’re with me.

If I could choose any drink, which drink would it be?
A Margarita by a sunny pool or a fruity Daiquiri?
Those would be nice, once or twice, but…
I’d just fill up, my coffee cup, as long as you’re with me.

If I could live to any age, which age would it be?
All the way to Ninety or perhaps One Hundred and Three?
Those would be nice, once or twice, but…
Age can’t be guessed, though I’ll be blessed, as long as you’re with me.

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Gee, your hair looks terrific!

My wife got her hair cut a couple of weeks ago…

When I saw her that evening, I told her that I loved her more than life itself and even though she had just gotten one of the most incredible haircuts in the history of haircuts and she looked more beautiful than Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, that I didn’t marry her for her hair and that she was beautiful no matter what her hair looked like…

Alright, I admit it… I didn’t really say that… but I did tell her two days later, when I finally noticed her haircut, that even though I hadn’t noticed right away that she looked stunning and more incredible than the day we met and that I appreciated her spending the time to look beautiful for me, but it didn’t really matter what her hair looked like because I loved her no matter what…

Okay… damn… alright, I didn’t say anything like that, but when I did notice like a week later, I said that she looked great but she looked a little different and asked her if she had done anything with her hair, even though it wasn’t really important because she was so beautiful and it didn’t really matter what her hairstyle looked like…

Alright… shit… you got me… I didn’t say any of that stuff, but when I got my own hair cut like a week and ½ later and my daughter noticed my hair and with my wife in the room, she asked me what I thought of Mom’s haircut, I told her that I thought it looked awesome, but I’d been very busy and just hadn’t had the opportunity to compliment her…

Alright… fuck… I admit it… I totally fucked it up again and I didn’t notice she got her haircut.  I don’t think I’ve ever noticed when she’s gotten her haircut and I figure since we met in 1986 I’ve easily had over 100 opportunities. I guess I’m just not that great at stuff like that. She didn’t bitch me out or anything… she is used to me being kind of a doofus when it comes to throwing out compliments for haircuts or new clothes or whatever else comes our way.

I’m glad she has accepted me for who I am. I am by no means perfect in some arenas, but I think I’ve got a lot to offer in others. She’s the same way and we compliment each other and that’s what makes our relationship so great. We rarely fight or have disputes, but we know and understand that marriage is hard, especially when children are involved. Somehow we make it work and we are able to keep some semblance of sanity in our lives. Is it perfect? No, but perfect isn’t really something that any of us can achieve. It is however ours, and that’s all that is necessary to make it right, regardless of haircuts and new shoes and clothes and cars and everything else…

… and for that I consider myself one lucky guy!

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This Song’s For You

 I want to write a song.  I have wanted to write a song for years.  I tried writing a song about my Mom when she passed away 8 years ago but I couldn’t find the words.  I want to write a love song for my wife, a song that we can sing together and share for the rest of our lives.  I’d like to write a song about my son, about what a great kid he is and how we are best friends even before being father and son.  Or better yet, I want to write a song for my daughter, a Daddy’s girl song.  I want her to finish growing up and have her own song, written only about her, that she can tell her friends her Dad used to sing to her, that she can sing to herself when she is feeling down, that I can sing to her at her wedding.  She is 13 now and I am running out of time.

I don’t know why songwriting is so difficult.  I can sit here at my keyboard and knock out blog post after blog post about things happening in my life, about humor, about emotions, about happiness and sadness.  I can write about these important people in my life, word after word, line after line, paragraph after paragraph.  I can write about work and play and life and death.  The words emerge easily once I start tapping the keyboard.  Driving home from work a blog post idea will pop into my head and I’ll have it “written” before I even park and get out of the car.  It seems to come naturally and each day I strive to find something interesting to write about, a post better than the day before, a topic that is meaningful to my readers and to my family and especially to myself.

But I haven’t been able to write a song.  I’ve tried… I’ve sat with my guitar and struggled to come up with some basic chord progression and a melody that has some appeal.  I’ve tried to get the lyrics to flow through my head, just like the blog posts do now.  So far it hasn’t clicked.  The inspiration is there but the ability to put it “down on paper” continually eludes me.  Maybe it’s because song lyrics tend to have to be rhythmic and mysterious and vague.  Maybe it’s because I am trying to write the lyrics and the melody at the same time.  Maybe I’m just trying too hard to write that perfect song, to not fail… because the stakes are so high.  It’s like, this is my only shot, this is the song that my daughter will take with her into adulthood, or this is the song that my wife and I will sing to each other as we sit in rocking chairs with gray hair and wrinkled skin and reading glasses perched on our noses.  Damn, that is a lot of pressure!  It has to be right, it’s has to be special, it has to be flawless.

I found this quote from Jackson Browne, my absolute, super-fragilistic, all-time, favorite, hero musician and singer-songwriter.

“Self-discovery in songwriting, bringing something forth that’s instructive to yourself – some of the best songs that you will ever write are the ones where you didn’t have to think about any of that stuff, but nonetheless that’s what’s happening in the song.”

I think what I hear him saying is… don’t try too hard, don’t think too hard about what you are writing, just let the words develop into something magical.  Find the inspiration from the events in your life, the relationships, the experiences, both good and bad, then set them aside and let the lyrics appear on the page.  Maybe it becomes easier with each song that one writes, just as these blog posts have seemingly become easier to write with each passing day.   Maybe I just need to set aside some time, be alone, and try to make it happen. 

You know I’m not one for New Years Resolutions.  Perhaps finally writing a song should be my New Years resolution for 2011.  It doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be from the heart.

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