I went to a nice Independence Day party, new friends, good eats and a lovely home on a lake. The lot jutted way out so no houses were around it to block the lovely view.
I sat on the dock a bit and chatted with some new friends. I got the phone number of a gal who loves to dance and goes with a group of gals every Friday night. Oh yay! I got to play with a Papillion/King Charles Spaniel puppy, very soft. More yay!
When it got dark we all pulled our chairs down to the end of the lot to watch the fireworks from many of the lake homes and over Hawks Stadium. The reflection on the water made every firework look like long sparkling feathers. The music changed from modern to older music to accomdate the color show and the loveliest old song came on.
When I was very small, perhaps 3 or 4, my father used to dance with me in his arms, he really loved to dance, he loved to sing and he'd sing along. I had a wonderful day and a bit of a happy childhood memory.
Today I was happy as a child again and I was glad to hear one of those songs.
Such incredible music, so few lyrics, so much said.
La vie en rose
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And tho I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak...angels sing from above
Everyday words seem...to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose
Oh, and you romantics out there, don't start on me with that romance junk. Okay? Just enjoy the gorgeous song!