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Heartbeats connect us, thump, thump.
She loved him. More than Mom.
Maybe one, he thought. “With Pleasure”.
On the occasion of our 10th anniversary of being a couple, after a swell party thrown by our neighbors & dear friends, I found myself alone with the man who would eventually be my husband. He presented me with a piece of his art, one of his marvelous & meaningful assemblages, just for the occasion.
I had planned this moment… yet I doubted that it could be pulled off without interruption, giggling, dog barking or humiliation. I stood facing him in our little Seattle cottage, I looked him in the eye & without flinching, using what I have to admit is my simply striking, if uncommon singing voice, I performed Jerome Kern’s- All The Things You Are, verse & chorus. I was more nervous than any stage performance. I finished- I’ll know that moment divine, when all the things you are… are mine”. The Husband had teared up. Then he said: “beautiful… how come you never sing to me? I love to hear you sing”. He kissed me.
Time and again I’ve longed for adventure,
Something to make my heart beat the faster.
What did I long for? I never really knew.
Finding your love I’ve found my adventure,
Touching your hand, my heart beats the faster,
All that I want in all of this world is you.
You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long.
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the angel glow that lights a star,
The dearest things I know are what you are.
Some day my happy arms will hold you,
& some day I’ll know that moment divine,
When all the things you are, are mine!
Jerome Kern/Oscar Hammerstein II
1939
This gave me those warm feelings that are frequently accompanied by a long relaxed sigh. I hope the celebrations continue decades more…
Robin
Connection
I was in the Red Carpet Club, Concourse B, eating cherries from a condiment tray when I was addressed by a svelte blonde whose jeans and white silk blouse had more complex compound curves than the fabric roof of the terminal building.
“Can you do that all night?” she asked, looking at the napkin where I’d made a neat row of five stems.
I thought briefly about my connecting flight as I swallowed the last fruit and exercised my tongue, teeth and lips to finesse an overhand knot into the stem, which I added to the line before replying.
“Yes.”
Love the detail a neat row–it’s when the mix of characters fell into a dangerous, lovely, believable place. Robin
Thanks Robin,
I’ll master this new site yet. Thanks for inviting me. Nice place.
Aloha,
Doug
I just noticed I left out the last word in the story, Connection, (“Yes.”)
Rats. Have to submit it again. I may get kicked out for littering.
Doug
Took care of it. You are welcome back any time.
Thanks, Robin!