Good Morning Beautiful People,
Kathleen and I were eating supper in a small restaurant in Paris where the young, cute waiter was very - very friendly. Especially to Kathleen. I didn’t mind, she has enough spark for 100 French Waiters. Not just One Spark but an endless supply. And I’ll share, because she always saves the last dance for me.
There was a table of about eight people next to us having a birthday party. They were to the point where you sing “Happy Birthday”, and Kathleen and I were excited that we were going to hear it sung in French. When they started however, it was in English... ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ...” Quelle Surprise!! Oh well, at least we were able to watch the waiter flirt in French. I do wish I could sing it "en français" though because I would have this morning to Kathleen. Yes, today is my beautiful wifes’ birthday... I’m going to paste here the first thing I wrote earlier this morning.
Happy Birthday to one of the few people who really knows me , yet still loves me - the person I love the most and savor each moment I am allowed to enjoy getting to know her better - my best friend - my wife - my earthly savior - Kathleen Noell King. Happy Birthday sweetheart ! Can it be called irony that the one day in almost a year I haven’t cooked you breakfast - the day where the night before I slept like I was 18 - was your birthday? I’m supposed to give YOU the present. Thank you - I love you more than 5 year old Dutch Gouda. - And a Roo
Hobbits have the custom ( I know they aren’t real - but what is?) of giving other people presents when it’s your birthday. I think that’s a brilliant idea. For starters you don’t have to remember anyones birthday except your own, and it makes regifting more practical. Well Kathleen, in the truest hobbit form did that for me today. I usually wake up around 3am - it’s still dark and everyone is asleep. I start writing my blog and then around 6:00 I go downstairs and cook Kathleen some Steel Cut Oatmeal with apples, raisins and cinnamon in. This morning I didn’t get up first - Kathleen did. She said I was sleeping so soundly that she didn’t want to disturb me.
When I did finally wake up there was that big light in the sky (sun) and Kathleen had already left for work. Waiting for me on the stove was a half pot of oatmeal - made by Kathleen. It was a Hobbit birthday!!!!
You know, I couldn’t tell you how old she is without getting a sheet of paper out and doing the math, and math is hard. But, it doesn’t matter anyway because to me, she is ageless. She is as young and vibrant as the first day we met.
I was sitting on the floor of the house I was living in at the time with the band “Two Car Garage”, the house is still there - on Barrs street - I walk by it almost everyday. I was sitting on the floor making flyers for a gig we were to play. When in walked this angel - I mean she even had a freakin' halo! A halo and the prettiest smile I had ever seen ( the rest of her wasn’t too shabby either) Everyone knew her but me. We were introduced and talked a little, and before she left our Band Mother (Faye Brown RIP) had her write her phone number down on the wall right in front of were I stood during rehearsals 387-6115 - Needless to say Faye’s plan worked and the rest is History - thanks Faye.
I asked her to marry me only two months after she wrote on that wall, and she said yes. But, we would have to wait at least a year. A year long engagement, she thought i was being young and impetuous and the “new" would wear off and I would change my mind. It didn’t and I didn’t, it still hasn’t and I still haven’t. (That has got to be the coolest sentence I have ever written.) She had a son - who I love with all my heart as if he were my own. And about a year later we had one of our own. They are both incredible. You can’t have a favorite when both of your boys have turned out to be men as outstanding as Nicholas and Donovan.
I could sing her praises until time circled around and it became today again. But they are only words - the real praises - the real songs of love and appreciation - are stored in my heart.
Happy Birthday Sweetheart. - I Love You.
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\