Lovesongs.

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This one always reminded me of my Mom and Dad. Spending time apart when Dad was in the Navy. Although the time in their lives is not something we talk about I can imagine my Mom was struggling without him. I believe their love was forged during that time. Thats why I love who they were... or are... together.



Andy took me on a vacation after only knowing one another a few weeks. We went to Florida Keys and had the most wonderful time together. He was charming, smart, funny. He made me feel like a woman again. He showed me new and exciting things and encouraged me to push further. Ijumped from a boat to go snorkling on a coral reef inthe gulf of Mexico. I drank tequila and rode a bicycle throughthe streets of Keywest. We watched the sun set and rise on another morning. I went on th trip without asking anyones permission, I made my first adult real decision that trip, I owe that to him. I drove a boat throught he gulf of mexico then around the keys to the Atlantic ocean, just the two of us with a map. We made love in the water of the Gulf amongst boats mored while they traveled to the islands. We stayed at a Naval station on the keys and met retirees. Amazingly good time.
This song I recall was the first thing that made me truly laugh with him. He sang this song TO ME at a restaurant. ANY one knows ANdy knows he CANNOT SING. HE knows that and anyone that heard him try KNOWS IT! He sang it because he wanted to, not because he sounded good or was trying to impress anyone else, he did it becuase he LOVED ME>
I love you too BAbe.

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