Come and rest your bones with me...

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on sunday morning
And I never want to leave
(Maroon 5)

I hear the front door open, and a soft voice calls out my name. I call out that I am on the computer. Silently he dips around the door and plants a kiss on my cheek, “You should tell everyone how our luck has changed.” Chagrined, I don’t even tell him that I don’t often blog about him. I guess perhaps it is time to discuss him. All the first kisses and such have long passed. I was scared to discuss first dates. As if the failing of each new relationship would be too much. So I waited. It has been quite a while now. But I waited. I guess now is the time to begin sharing.

So wish me luck……