Kiss Me Each Morning - Dedicated To My Loving Husband 2/14/2011

This is as close to a fairy tale as one can get. I met Dennis at a singles Valentine's Dance that I went to. I gave him my number and never thought that I would here back from him. Well a few nights after that he did call me and I went to his apartment to visit him. I was so nervous. I was just getting to the point of just dating after a divorce that I went through 5 years prior. I was still not ready to have a man in my life just yet, but wanted to just get out of the house. Now this was a push that someone told me to do. She just told me if I didn't get out of this house that I would die. So let be go back a little bit in time before this.

I came to a crossroad in my life and had questions that needed answers. I decided to call a phone psychic just to see what she would tell me. She did not tell me things like you would expect and it was not a sham, scam or other way to get my money, which I had none. What she told me was that I needed to get out of the house and that this new guy will take me places that I have never been. He has done that, physically, mentally and emotionally. She also told me that it didn't matter if it was just to the grocery store or McDonald's but that I just had to get out of the house. I didn't need to go to the store and I didn't have the money to go to McDonald's in town. It was strange that the new Buyers Guide was sitting on the table. When I picked it up the next day there was an ad for Valentine's Singles Dance. So I made the call after much courage building. and got the information about where, when and the time and dress code and such.

When it was time to go I was so fidgety and nervous, but my daughter helped to build my self-esteem and she almost shoved me out the door.

After Arriving and parking my car, I think I must have sat there for 15 minutes building my courage to get out and go in the door. It was at a local hotel in one of their rooms down stairs. Funny that they don't have these dances anymore in this area.

Anyway back to the story. I was greeted by the DJ and we kind of started to date. He took me to other places that he played. Then I found out that he was married. That cut that relationship short and my trust in men kind of faltered there a bit. We were just friends at that point and then he dared, yes dared, me to dance with this tall guy. Well I didn't at first and danced with a few others. One guy I danced with didn't like me looking around the room at other people so he was shoved by the wayside. I didn't need more controlling like that. Anyway I was watching who this tall guy was dancing with and seeing if he was getting close with someone or was he there just like me. I watched him dance with a taller woman with shoulder length, dark brown, hair. They seemed like at item and so I really had to build up my courage to ask him or even go up to him and dance with him.

Now this sounds really stupid of me being that I was working hard, had a teen at home and wasn't looking to be serious. We talked at one of the tables and I asked what he did for a living. He told me that he didn't have a job but was going to school to be a counselor. Good Grief!! I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth! I simply said, "That's OK." That is when I gave him my phone number. When I got home I swore that he would not call me and I was still reeling at the notion that I even said what I did. What the heck was I thinking!!!

We started to see each other more and I was still at the stage of not wanting anything serious. One of the nights after the dance we went to a Denny's down the street, which by the way is not there anymore either. He kept trying to get me to blush at some of the things that he told me, but I had hardened my heart before I met him and it was just not working. We stayed there until midnight. We kind of got kicked out of there because they wanted to close up the restaurant. We were still eating our big plate of French Fries.

We didn't want the night to end as we were really having fun and fun was something that I have not had in 5 years. So we decided that we would go to my place because his place was way too far for me to go. I know, it was a bad decision (or so it seemed) on my part because I was not to teach that to my teen-aged daughter. He ended up spending the night. Now there are some pre-conceived notions people just assume about a man coming out of the bedroom in the morning. My daughter was coming out of her bedroom and it was the last thing that I wanted her to see was that I had a man in the house. He was supposed to be gone before she even woke up. I think he did it on purpose though. He likes the "shock factor". Contrary to popular and those pre-conceived beliefs people just assume we did not sleep or have sex. Though I wanted desperately to go to sleep every time I started to drop off he would ask me silly questions. One of those questions that I had problems getting around was what I was looking for in a relationship. Oh Boy, I was not looking for anything serious at all but wasn't sure what he was thinking. Well this went on for hours. So the time passed and we didn't even hear my daughter's alarm clock go off but did hear her get up. He was going to go out the door then, but she saw him. She was kind and courteous and simply asked him if he wanted a cup of coffee. I was going nuts in my head trying to stay cool and collected and watching the events. Needless to say I called in sick. I could not work a full day on zero sleep the night before.

A few months down the road he asks me to go to his parents with him. It was a 5 hour drive and we talked a lot in the car. I still wasn't ready for any kind of serious relationship. His family were all very kind. Things were going smoothly or so I thought until when we get to his Aunt's. She was standing on the porch as we were getting out of the car. She met us at the porch door and she said, and I am not kidding or making it up, "Another Debbie in the family." Well you can guess what was going through my mind. NOT! I am NOT ready for marriage! After the divorce that I went through and all the crap I had to deal with with having teens I told myself that I would never re-marry. EVER!!!

Dats would consist of going to neighboring small towns and walking through the main streets. One of the places that we went was a walking park located in the upper part of Winchester, VA. When we got back from walking he left the car on while he got out to take some trash to the trash receptacle. While he was waling back to the car this song came on and I knew it was Our Song. He got back and into the car and I said to him that this is OUR song and I began to sing it to him.

Many months later he asked me to marry him and I had to tell him that I had to think about it for a few days. (I am teling you that I was already in love with this guy the minute that I danced the first dance with him nd I was stuck like glu on him when I said those silly words, "That's Ok".) During my time of thinking I stood there looking into the woods off my back deck and this is what I felt and saw in my mind.

I was standing at the end of a pool of black water. I put my toe in it and it didn't feel cold and there were no ripples. I then held my nose (always have done this) and jumped feet first into the black water. I took the plunge and then later when I gave him my answer it was Yes that I would marry him.

And so we did, on November 8, 1997. We had chosen that date because his family were up north and we wanted the wedding before the snow hit and would prevent many from coming to the wedding. My parents also live in a place that gets a lot of snow. That is why we picked the date that we did.

When we go to functions and dance I always request that they play it and of course I sing it to him as we dance. It moves him and he gets this glow about him and I love to see the love in his eyes as he looks down at me. He is 6'5 and I am a mere 5'. I love him so much and he is the best thing in my life. So this is OUR Song.

Kiss me each morning for a million years
Hold me each evening by your side
Tell me you'll love me for a million years
Then if it don't work out
Then if it don't work out
Then you can tell me goodbye

Sweeten my coffee with a morning kiss
Soften my dreams with your sighs
Tell me you'll love me for a million years
Then if it don't work out
Then if it don't work out
Then you can tell me goodbye

[Organ solo]

If you must go, oh no, I won't grieve
If you wait a lifetime before you leave

Then if you must go
Mmm, I won't tell you no
Just so that we can say we tried
Tell me you'll love me for a million years
Then if it don't work out
Then if it don't work out
Then you can tell me goodbye

I forgot to mention that his first two fingers have a direct string attached to my heart for when he beacons me to come to him, I cannot resist. Believe me I have tried to resist.

The first four years were tumultuous and I learned of some things that had happened to him way long before I ever met him. So I didn't really understand or know how to love him properly. I kept forgetting to take into account what he had been through and the damage that it caused him and so this is yet another song that is Ours.... er... mine as I learned how to love him.

Then after a few years of this not understanding and wanting this relationship to last because there was/is something that is between us. I don't know if it is chemistry or what but I do know that he waited for me. I knew that after a few months of dating him. Oh we didn't get married right away but waited for at least a year and a half.  A short time after we married I did ask him How long did you wait for me. It was just a knowing and we never crossed paths in our lives previously. This is some kind of bond that cannot be broken I have this song in my mind alot. Sometimes I still think of it.