Can't control the quivering inside. Awesome.

 Hit play. It's soooo good.

My Mom's favorite love song is In the Still of the Night. I love that one.  I don't listen to love songs these days very often. It's too sad. But this is my all time favorite, and I am posting it because I have not only felt this, I hope I will again.

 Maybe we only get to feel this once. If we are lucky. I cry when I hear it. And I am ok with that.

 I like love.

Robin and I were talking today about how although we could and perhaps should be jaded, we still have hope. That ability to open up and give it all. How else is there? Guarded and heartless is no way to live. I prefer to give love, and maybe, just maybe, it will be the groovy kind.