Blogarhythms

So I thought that I migh change the name of the blog....

Blogarhythms... sounds cool, right?

But I don't know if it actually says anything.

I thought that maybe I should change it to "Mercy Streets" to go with the new CD. But I'm going to do that as a seperate blog.

So I sat up late and then got up early and came to work. I pondered it while I did my job. I pondered it in my spare time. Then I sat down and started typing different ideas...

Then I realized that I was rambling on and on, probably due to my lack of sleep...

Suddenly, I decided that the current title may not be so bad.

She

It’s amazing to me that anyone loves me
But it’s even more amazing that someone likes me.

She does…

I heard a song called Beautiful Soul…

“I don’t want another pretty face. I don’t want just anyone to hold. I don’t want my love to go to waste. I just want you and your beautiful soul.”

I do believe she is beautiful on the outside. But I amazed with her beautiful soul.

Billy Joel was right. Some women just have a way about them.

She does. And I love her way. I sit back and stare at her sometimes and just wonder if she has any idea of how much I love her. I don’t know if she does. I don’t know if I can always find the words… I can’t sleep well when she’s not here. I miss her when I’m gone and I can’t wait to come back home when I’m away. I prefer home to any place in the world. My kids, my wife… that’s my home.

She’s my home…

We don’t always see eye to eye. I respect that about her. She has her own mind. She’s nobody’s fool and has strength to her that I’ve never seen anywhere.

I am not the nice guy people believe I am. She knows that. She knows me better than anyone. And yet…

She loves me.

And I love her. Through the years I continue to be amazed at how much I love her. We have walked through fire and flood. We have laughed and cried together. And we have been responsible for causing both smiles and tears for each other. And yet when I look at her, I smile somewhere deep down inside of myself. This woman who began as my friend is still my friend but also the love of my life.

I love her deeply. I don’t always say it. I don’t always know how. My words sound clumsy and unpoetic. And I pray that through the fumbling she hears my heart. I pray that she always knows how much I love her.

And she loves me… and she likes me.

She completes me.

It’s amazing to me that anyone loves me
But it’s even more amazing that someone likes me.

She loves me and likes me and… I’m pretty sure she plans on spending the rest of her life with me…

I love you, Dawn Irons! Happy Valentines Day!