February 21, 2007

 

No, nothing...

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...could steal my groove today. Not unreturned phone calls. Not looming deadlines. Not sitting in gridlock on I-75 caused by the presidential motorcade (OK that one came close). Not having the song I dedicated to my son for his homecoming cut off by NPR news. That's right, NOTHING, because our Max came home today and I am on vacation.



And since the song got cut off, here are the lyrics -it's one of my very favorites. It expresses the wonder and beauty of life in this wild world, which for my son I hope increases with eyes to see it more often than not:

Eyes Of The World

Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home
Wondrin' where the nut-thatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.

There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away
There follows a wagon behind him that's loaded with clay
The seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay
The night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.

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Comments:
Welcome home, beautiful Max!
 
COngrats again, mon frer.

BTW, didn't you just have 2 weeks of vacation? :-)
 
Better be careful! I think you may be turning into an old sap! Hope your first night went well. Again he is so cuuuuuuute!!
 
Wow, Max already looks alert and expressive! Nice lyrics. :)
 
That's a good face :)

A bit of a "whatutalkinbout" look.
 
BTW, what song was it that you dedicated to him? "I'm Goin' Home" by Ten Years After would be appropriate!
 
He looks like you in the eyes. And what's the big idea of un-blogrolling me?
 
To paraphrase someone from another comment section on another blog:

Cute kid. We should celebrate. Where's the tequila?

Seriously, congratulations. You better raise him a liberal. The south needs as many as it can get.
 
I would not say vacation my love. Shall I make a list of what needs to be done???
 
Curses! I've been found out!
 
What a good lookin little man.

Takes after his Momma, eh?

Ba dum bum!
 
Five. Out of five. Definitely. But where's the goatee?
 
Handsome li'l devil!!

Added you to my blogroll, dood.

:-)
 
The wise eyes of an old soul, his mama's chin, and his papa's nose?
Welcome home, Max!
Love, Aunt Holly and Uncle Dan (hey - he has 2 of those!)
 
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