There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.
29 February 2008
This one's for my baby
Dear Rob,
I've waited four years for the joy of putting this question to you again on Leap Day. This time around I'll ask you here, for the whole world to see—
Will you marry me?
You can never hold back spring
You can be sure I will never
Stop believing
The blushing rose, it will climb
Spring ahead or fall behind
Winter dreams the same dream
Every time
Baby, you can never hold back spring
And even though you've lost your way
The world is dreaming, dreaming of spring
So close your eyes
Open your heart
To the one who's dreaming of you
And you can never hold back spring
Remember everything that spring
Can bring
Baby, you can never hold back spring
Baby, you can never hold back spring
All my hopes are riding on your answer. Let's leap.
xoinfinity,
Geo
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14 comments:
Aaawwww...I'm gonna have to play this one for my dear heart.
(Hi, Rob!)
Of course. How could I possibly hold back?
xoxo...
Thanks for making me a big ol' pile o' mush this morning!!
That was simply beautiful!
Rob, will you marry me?
Isn't that the tradition? You can ask someone else's husband to marry you on leap year? Or is that only if there's 30 days in February?
BILLY. Don't you think Tom Waits writes the most crushingly romantic love songs?
(Hi, Mr. Billy!)
ROB. Oh, you!
B. Mush on the first day of March seems to bode well for spring.
LOIS. Hey, now. Don't make me come over there. Snog your own mister. xo
m-m-m-m I loves me some Tom Waits...
...and some Lois.
Now that's what I loves to hear! Double date sometime, Lois and Nigel?
So beautiful--thanks for letting us in on this one!
AM'N. In some other dimension, Tom Waits and I are great friends.
Awe... sniff sniff.
LUCKY. Dry your tears with a nice eclair.
I can't comment on this post because my boyfriend is STILL OUT OF TOWN! Maybe he would come home if I played him such lovely music.
ANDI. What is it with your having to be a single mom so much? I am hating it for you.
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