T'was just a garden in the rain. Close to a little leafy lane. A touch of color 'neath skies of gray. The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds. The blossoms raised their thirsty heads. A perfumed thank you. They seemed to say. Surely here was charm beyond compare to view. Maybe it was just that I was there with you. T'was just a garden in the rain. But then the sun came out again. And sent us happily on our way.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

a letter to Mrs Haiks.


hello Mrs Haiks.

another year has passed. happieeeeeeee birthday! something's different this year. You're married! You and Haiks look so sweet together. I'm still thinking of the day of the wedding. you look breathtakingly beautiful and i'm so blessed to be there to witness the journey every step of the way. can you believe that it wasn't that long ago that we were sitting in starbucks talking about boys. and tada! you're with a fabulous boy! forever and ever! did i tell you how much i adore your chic bob? i will blog more of your bridal shower and wedding when i see the photos!

We will dance
When the sun is shining
In the pouring rain
We'll spin and we'll sway
And we will dance
When the gentle breeze
Becomes a hurricane
The music will play
And I'll take your hand
And hold you close to me
And we will dance

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Love is an ideal thing.
Marriage a real thing.
Love, Joey.
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1 comment:

clyruth said...

oh...you made me cry... *hugs*

9:59 AM

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