Darlin'

"Darlin'"
By Between the Trees

This call is meant to be brief
a simple hello ending with goodbye
Then you say hello
now, I am melting
and now my goodbye
becomes a goodnight
I don't mind if you don't mind
please say you do not mind if this call
goes on all night
cause I have more to say
my afternoon was O.K.
my evening was fine but this night
I want it to be the best night
of our lives

Sweet Darling
this is my confession to
the crimes of wanting you badly
And Darlin' if you're wondering
here's your answer
yes I like you
I don't love you
I can't love you
yet

These calls are getting longer
and these nights go on
and on and on forever
I do believe I'm getting better
knowing you
hopefully all of you
Sitting watching movies
we both know I do not watch a bit of it
cause I am much too busy
leaving my hand close enough
so you'll hold it

Sweet Darling
this is my confession to
the crimes of wanting you badly
And Darlin' if you're wondering
here's your answer
yes I like you
I don't love you
I can't love you

And I can not stop thinking about you
I can not stop wondering
if you're constantly
thinking about me
Don't close your eyes dear I'm still staring
I won't lie dear I'm still breathing
even though your beauty is breath taking

Sweet Darling
this is my confession to
the crimes of wanting you badly
And Darlin' if you're wondering
here's your answer
yes I like you
I can't love you
I can't love you

Longing

Two beings/spirits. Attempting to be together. They long to be together. But they can't. Things hold them back.

Happy July 7th!

Since my mother’s death a few years ago, I refuse to let her birthday and the day she died to be sad. I refuse to allow it to bring me down.

Yes, losing my mother was a hard and difficult thing to work through – but I worked through it. Those days are no longer filled with mourning but with joy!

My mother lived a short life – but she lived a great one. She touched and affected so many people. More people then I think she realized. My mother always thought little of herself. But years later, the things she told me, the things she taught me - ring so clearly in my ear.

My mother’s memory and life are still alive and well. And because of that, I refuse to be sad. I refuse to mourn. I choose to celebrate. I choose to be happy.

My mother is in heaven. She is with the Lord. She is joyful and is no longer in pain.

Now isn’t that a great thing to celebrate?

Happy 7th of July!

Cake and cupcakes I made in remembrance of my mother.

The stars on the cake represent her and me.

My new Build a Bear Ruth, 
named after my mother (her middle name).