the King and I
i’m not a terribly big fan of the movie musical.
but for some of them i am.
some are amazing stand outs!
like the one shown above . . .
they stand the test of time.
they are simply classics.
the king and i
paint your wagon
LOVE the music in that one!
singin’ in the rain
well . . .
maybe i am a fan of the movie musical after all!
the one pictured above has a song in it that always
brings me to tears.
happy tears. and poignant tears.
it’s not all sadness now.
because i know the truth of it.
if you’ve once had a great love . . .
it doesn’t matter how long it lasts . . .
you had it.
that’s the important thing.
she sings this song . . .
” don’t cry young lovers
whatever you do.
don’t cry because i’m alone.
all of my memories are happy tonight . . .
i’ve had a love of my own.
i’ve had a love of my own like yours . . .
i’ve had a love of my own! “
this blog is not like the peanut.
i won’t be telling long stories. nor talking as much about my private life.
but . . .
bob is on my mind lately.
and it’s almost valentine’s day.
which means very little actually
because . . .
i was married to a beautiful man. he was.
and he didn’t go in for the ‘ holiday ‘ type days.
he would surprise me on just an ordinary day . . .
like the day i was in our utility room.
i was in shorts and an old t shirt.
he walked in.
his usual greeting to me . . . on the phone or in person . . .
” hey good lookin’. how’s my girl? “
he handed me a tiny black velvet box after his giant bear hug.
” i think it’s about time you had an engagement ring. “
in the box was an exquisitely cut small and simple diamond ring.
set into a plain platinum band.
we’d been married 11 years by then.
the technical part isn’t ever the important part.
nor was the ring really. i’d never felt bad that i didn’t have one!
but . . . it was a real surprise. on just an ordinary day.
he knew his girl’s taste. nothing over the top for me.
this man . . . had he lived just a few more months . . .
would have shared our 16 year anniversary.
we had been together for one full year before that.
after we met ~ we were never apart.
i had almost 17 sweet years with bob.
laughing. crazy. wonderfully happy years.
the cancer ended it.
but that’s not really the end.
this kind of love goes on.
and i’m counting on that.
if you’re not new to my blogs . . .
you already know the posts on the peanut
where i spoke of my life with him. and doubt if you’ll want to re~read.
but they’re all funny and wonderful stories. true and as clear to me
and at least now i can re~read them whenever i feel like it!
if you aren’t a peanut reader and wonder about
my bob . . .
here is where to start . . .
on the peanut the posts are listed by title so you’d need to scroll to select them.
below is a semblance of the order in which i wrote them.
i do know that the first one listed is of our very first date . . .
a bit of an hilarious disaster so to speak.
just click on it in the peanut side bar of posts . . .
that is ~ if you even want to! LOLOL.
peanut readers know . . . no pressure here old bean. ever !!
and you new readers of the cozy m . . . surely know that by now too i hope!
‘ and then he laughed ‘
‘ mail order delights. i want my money back! ‘
‘ some things really are true ‘
‘ trespassing nudes ‘
‘ cabbages. hong kong. and love ‘
‘ a good non social wife ‘
‘ yup. i’m one of those ‘
‘ a dark and stormy night ‘
and finally . . .
the last post about bob . . .
and a picture of him with me . . .
‘ a forever kind of love ‘
my wish for you old bean . . .
is that very wonderful
ordinary day kind of love.
it’s the very best kind.
it makes valentine days get lost in the shuffle!
til soon old bean!