For PongoJen~
As promised, here is my own sweet wedding song story. I dont talk too much about my DH. I dont feel it fair to put out TMI about another. I put enough out there about myself to cover the both of us anyway! I will say this. He is a good, sweet man and my rock. I have known him more than half my life. I cannot really remember my life before him. Except for my first sweet love Michael, in the 9th grade. But, I digress.
Anyhoo. When we were planning our wedding, he did not have a lot of input. Except for one thing. THE song. Our wedding song. He wanted to choose it. And because I love him and trust him implicitly, I agreed. Being a traditional Catholic ceremony we had the obligatory Ave Maria. And, I also chose the Wedding Song (There is Love). But, THE song, the one that means the world to me, the one he chose, was a Beatles tune.
Yep, the Beatles. He is Beatles freak. More so than you Horsey I dare say. We have every LP ever made I think and just about every CD as well. I know most of the songs and the words to these songs by osmosis. It is just about all he ever listens to.
And so, his sweet gift to me, that I share with you Pongo, is this:
Here, there and everywhere
To lead a better life,
I need my love to be here.
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there.
There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there.
I want her everywhere
and if she's beside me I know I need never care.
But to love her is to need her
Everywhere, knowing that love is to share
each one believing that love never dies
watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there.
I want her everywhere
and if she's beside me I know I need never care.
But to love her is to need her.
Everywhere, knowing that love is to share
each one believing that love never dies
watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there.
I will be there, and everywhere.
Here, there and everywhere.
To this day, when we go out, he always requests it to be played. And we dance our own sweet dance down memory lane.