Living a Dream

In love with love...80's style

Do you remember...what it felt like to be a teenager, fully in love with love?  I was a kid when this song came out but babycakes...there is NOTHING like this one song to take my whole heart and make it spill tears from one mere video.   Tell me you remember this...

(Choked up now...)  Someone tell me, how did she know what his face looked like?  Oh my word, I know, I know...I KNOW...but I can not help it.  I still get chills when she touches his lips and he then grabs her hands.   It's just beautiful ...and I fully admit I am a card carrying member of the "Schmoopy Fan Club".   {Sigh....sigh....yes, sigh}

(Still in love with LOVE...)

Up, up and Away...

Autumn in New York is brilliant.  Each tree seems to boasts its own rich color combination in every shade of the best of sunsets glorious color palette.  To know that we have lived this particular adventure means much more than just a brisk ride among the clouds...it whispers in my heart every time I see the photos, "...we have lived deeply...profoundly...exuberantly."   That means more to a dreaming girl than much of anything else.    For when I am very old...and feeble, I will look back and say just that once more.  "We did indeed live...deeply, profoundly and exuberantly."  And that will make me smile.

Welcome to a little bit of our wedding anniversary adventure!

Somehow, as I watched the balloon fill with the hot air, I felt like I may just run to the car and lock myself inside.  The fear of letting a simple balloon and basket carry me into the sky, took my courage and tested it to the core.   Can you see how very small the basket really is?

Mr. G...my tough warrior of a man didn't flinch.   And I like to think that it was his confident grin that gave me just the right amount of courage to step inside of the brown wicker basket and take a giant leap of faith in God and all of His plans for my evening.  It was really...God.

 

(Where we took off from)
This precious little place is called, "Sprout Creek Farm".  It is filled with every imaginable farming tool, animal and garden pleasure known to me thus far in my life.  Run by a group of sweet, talented and very hard working Catholic Nuns, it has a very special way of making each visitor feel as if they perhaps own a bit of the land.  The cheeses that come from their store alone, will bring us running back again and again.

After floating very aimlessly, for no less than an hour...our Captain found a perfect farm to cushion our landing.   It really was just this beautiful...in every way.

When the winds pick up the balloon, it can be a bit of a monster to contain.  Mr. G helped the men bring it under control again.

And there we are...the Dreaming Diva is, "Safely on the Ground" but with a completely changed heart.   You see, now I'd go up in a itty-bitty basket under a balloon covering again, any day, any time, any place...with one condition...Mr. G would still have to be my traveling companion.

(Still feeling so grateful for the romantic adventure of a lifetime!)

There is someone that I'd like you to meet!

I've talked about him perhaps a trillion times on this blog.  And for a while now, I've been hoping beyond hope, that he'll do what he has said he'd like to do.  That being, "Starting his own blog".

Two days ago, Mr. G did it!  He opened up this blog and posted his first article. 

 Babycakes, I will tell you...I love his blog name, as it perfectly suits him.   He called it, "In my humble but accurate opinion".   If you know this quirky, very opinionated man, you'll agree, he couldn't have said it better.  If you don't know him, you'll soon discover why the title should be his...and it's not because he is humble in spirit.  No, not quite.  {grinning}

If you're thinking that perhaps he will write like me...you'd be mistaken.  He doesn't like sugar-coating things much.  He'd rather just tell you like it is...with his own distinctive New Yorker voice.   More than likely, you won't agree with him at all times.  But he has entered this blog world anyway!

So, come on blogger friends...go over there and give him the warmest welcome!  Give him something to look for in his comment box.  Welcome my guy to the internet!

 (feeling so happy to introduce Mr. G to my dear Juicy friends)

P.S.  That photo was taken only days before his spinal fusion surgery.  I never wrote about it but Mr. G aka my Mr. Big, surprised me with a magnificant first time Hot-Air Balloon ride over the autumn foliage of our fair valley.   He did it to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary and to make sure that ...should anything have happened to him in surgery...there would be a "Big" memory to last me a lifetime.   As usual with him, I was blown away by his creative...elaborate, adventurous gift and will always remember how amazing it was to feel the air...and silently glide through the air toward an unknown destination, with Mr. G's hand around my waist.   It truly is remarkable, how much that actually resembles my relationship with him.    

Thank you my dearhearted man for continuous adventures...I love them so much!

And thank you Father God for allowing my husband to come through the surgery with great success...forever I am grateful!