California dreamin.

I had a dream the other night
where I had to fight.

It scared me
and frustrated me
and angered me.

But in the end I won.
And you chose me.

And as I woke up,
still in a somewhat unconscious state
I couldn't help but smile.

All of the unhappy feelings
from above
just disappeared.
Replaced utter bliss.
How lucky was I
to have you choose me in my dreams?

It took me about 4.6 seconds
to realize that you also chose me in real life.

Who would've thought
that I could have you
as my dream come true?

Thank you.

I had one of the moments again. One of those is-this-really-happening?-my-God-I'm-lucky kinds of moments. Where all of your responsibilities no longer exist, and you want to focus on the now that will come to an end far too soon. And practically the whole time you're only thinking two things: "Gosh, I'm so damn happy." and "I wonder if I can keep things just like this forever.."

I think the best thing about it is that if you were to give a play by play of the moment to any other person, they wouldn't think much of it. Anyone in the world could have had a similar experience and not given it a second thought, but for you, there was something just plain wonderful about it. But that's what makes it so great. No one else in the world may ever really appreciate it as much as you. It's yours.

You know those quotes that say something along the lines of, "It's the simple things in life that make it all worth living." That moment when I probably should have been driving home and getting ready for bed made life worth living.

Thanks for the moment I'll remember forever.

Marley.

I laid down in bed ready to sleep, but felt this sudden need to talk to someone. But looking at the clock, I knew full well that no one would respond to any messages. And suddenly I felt my eyes fill up with tears, as they wanted to all day. It was like this bubble had burst and everything just kept pouring out, all of my complaints, worries, everything. I found myself talking to Someone I hadn't talked to in a while. And Fr. Matt's voice pops into my head singing, "don't worry about a thing, cause everything little thing is gonna be all right." (Yeah, my priest sang Bob Marley in church last Sunday.)

And I knew that everything really would be all right. I was sad still, and could've used a really long hug, but yeah... everything's gonna be all right.

Thank You for listening.