Summer has to be my least favorite time of the year. I am not a huge fan of hot weather and I get bored pretty easily and quite often, but most of all I hate being away from my sweetheart. I have been home for almost a month now and I find myself almost daily longing for her to be near me, I notice something that reminds me of her and so I wish I was near her, I then get depressed that I am not, and then spend a period of time, sometimes short, sometimes long thinking about how hard this is and about how I don't think that I can take another summer of this. Do you know what I mean? Maybe you don't, but you know what I hope that you do. I found that in these lonely moments away from her have caused me to realize in a stronger way my love for her. It helps me to appreciate in a great way how amazing it is to be with her. I have been thinking lately that there is something to be appreciated in this time away from her, although this is not something that I am always able to see. I have this tendency to just sit and feel sorry for myself instead of noticing all that I have to be grateful for....I think that this is a condition that we all share. My father plays this song a lot that I have really come to love and that I listen to everytime I am feeling really sorry for myself, its called Streets of London and its by the Clancy Brothers and the lyrics go like this:
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride. Hanging loosely by his side,
They're yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news.
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London?
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags.
She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking,
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
And say that for you the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand & lead you through the streets of
London,
I will show you something to make you change your mind
In the all night cafe at a quarter to eleven,
Same old man sitting there all alone.
Looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup,
Each tea lasts a hour, then he wanders home alone.
Memory fading like the ribbons he wears.
In this lonesome city the rain cries a little pity,
For one more forgotten hero in a world that doesn't care.
I really feel that that song sums it all up, and I probably could have just posted the lyrics and left it at that. They are words that we all need to hear, to be reminded that we are blessed and that we have a lot to be thankful for. My prayer for you as well as myself is that we would always remember that.
1 comment:
hello, you dont know me at all. but i know katie, we go all the way back to kindergarten :) when i used to call her Katie G. we used to climb the trees in her yard all the time. and bring each other bags of fireballs when we visited each other. our families are great friends. its been way to long since we've seen them. im glad you know how lucky you are, not only to be with such an amazing woman, but to have found such a relationship. you have found her, God has blessed you. we all want the same thing, and you two give us hope that its out there. congratulations. give katie a hug for me. :)
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