Wedding Wednesday

Oh heavenly day, all the clouds blew away

Got no trouble today with anyone
The smile on your face I live only to see

It's enough for me, baby, it's enough for me

Oh, heavenly day,

heavenly day,
heavenly day Tomorrow may rain with sorrow

Here's a little time we can borrow

Forget all our troubles in these moments so few
All we've got right now,

the only thing that All we really have to do

Is have ourselves a heavenly day Lay here and watch the trees sway

Oh, can't see no other way, no way, no way

Heavenly day,
heavenly day,

heavenly day No one at my shoulder bringing me fears Got no clouds up above me bringing me tears

Got nothing to tell you, I've got nothing much to say

Only I'm glad to be here with you On this heavenly, heavenly,
heavenly, heavenly

Heavenly day

6.20.09

a Gina love story...

one of my best friends got married a couple weeks ago and it made me so happy to see her so happy. she looked radiant. we wore dresses with pockets (love). our shoes had 4 inch heels. her groom was a competetive dancer as a child/teen. to get them to kiss, people had to sing love songs. between 6 of us, we finished 3 bottles of champagne and 4 bottles of wine at the reception. her brother-in-law is an amazing singer and brought tears to my eyes every time he sang and looked at his wife. her dad is a riot. i think my unit (aka groomsman) was drunk the entire weekend. i love my friend. i loved her wedding. i love happily ever afters. i loved being with my friends. and i love champagne. it was a fun, wonderful wedding. love.

party in the parlor.
party in the potty.

this was our 3rd Gina wedding in 70 days!!
puttin on the garter.

what love is.

I often think about the people I love and why I love them and how I love them even when they do things that make me angry and how they make my life better by being just who they are. I think about it often and I try to tell these people as often as I can that I love them, that I appreciate them, that my life is better because of them. But sometimes they don't hear, they can't hear-sometimes they are too involved in their own personal trauma, or they've never known how to accept love, or sometimes they lose who they are in old age or disease or just the quickness of life. And sometimes I forget to tell people how much I love them for those same reasons. I saw this online journal today and it made me laugh, cry, and appreciate my life, my family, and brought chills to my spine as this courageous man tells his own beautiful and honest story of loving his father. I am humbled by this story and I promise to hug my Grandma and everyone else I love just a little tighter when I see them. Happy reading. Phillip Toledano