Living in a dream

I live in a dream.  In the dream, I have found the love of my life.  I sing from my heart out loud when I am alone just because I can.  My dear stepdaughter catches me sometimes and we giggle about it (well, maybe she is really laughing AT me) and then I go back to singing.

In this dream, I have a perfect sunset, over a pond with flowers in the foreground.  The sunset is full of purples and oranges and reds and yellow.  Lots of beautiful shades of yellow.  I am holding my girl’s hand and at this very moment, there is nothing else in the world.   We are in a bubble and we think of nothing but each other.  In my dream there is a soundtrack specifically designed to fit the moment.  In the dream, life is perfect.  Perfectly imperfect because there is so much beauty in the flaws.  There is beauty in the unfinished, because that means we still have a journey in front of us.  The middle of the work is beautiful, and it is done with our own hands.  In my dream I am holding hands and my soul is connected to the one I love.

The thing is, I wake up in the morning and I have pictures.  The sunset is real.  The love is real.  The imperfections are perfect and I am right there looking into the eyes of the woman in my dreams.  And she smiles and we talk about the reality of the dream that is in our memories from the day before.   

A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of hearing a dear friend of mine play in Nashville.  You should look him up if you have a minute.  His name is David DeVaul and he understands what love really means.  He gets it.  In a song he sang for us he elegantly described what it is like to have Kelly in my life.   He sang a song in the moment we were in our dream bubble and it became the soundtrack song for that memory we will always go back and relive.  The reality in his song hit me square in the gut and tears rolled down my face right there listening to his amazing voice.  I just wanted to share his lyrics because he somehow sang the words straight from my heart:

She could bring rain back to L.A.

Or she could make the morning last all day.

She could turn winter into spring

She could find the good in anything

This I know,

She found something good in me.

I’ve broken down, run on empty

Out on my own.

It’s like the City of Angels was looking down on me…..

She found something good in me.

David’s Facebook Page This guy is a rising star. Like his page and give him a shout out from Steve and Kelly.