Road Trip and Back

So I'm back. And yes I was able to renew my work visa. Yaaaaay! It was almost too easy because the border officer dude did not give me a hard time at all and the process took only about 10 minutes. I'm thankful. And yes, the Americans will have to put up with me for another year.

I love road trips and this one, although short, was one of my favorite ones. My friend, we'll call her E-gurl, I discovered, is a great road tripper pal. The drive up to Niagara Falls held a myriad of interesting conversations, most of which centered around Reformed Theology. Over the last few years, I've been grappling with the 5 points of Calvinism. My good friend Jonny, is a self-proclaimed Calvinist with whom I've had many spirited "discussions" about this particular doctrine. Coming from an Arminian background - I grew up in a Baptist church - I've never really challenged the doctrine that I grew up with, until I started going to a Presbyterian church and becoming friends with people like Jonny and E-gurl, who are quite strong in their beliefs around the 5 points of Calvinism. They are both able to articulate the 5 points so well and back it up with scripture that it is making me start to believe in this particular doctrine. I need to do some more reading and studying of scripture on this. Who knows, I may turn out into a Calvinist yet!

We stayed at this quaint bed and breakfast in Niagara-On-the-Lake where the proprietors are nothing short of amazing. It was my second time staying at this place and it was of course even better than the last time. The owners remembered me from the time before - it was like visiting a dear old aunt and uncle. And the breakfast? Scrumptious.

Monday evening we ended up hanging out around the walk by the falls. It was a nice, warm, breezy evening with sprays of cool droplets coming from Niagara falls. I've been to the falls a few times and it never ceases to amaze me - I can see God's handiwork in this wonder. We truly have an amazing and creative God! I didn't think that we would spend as much time on the walk way than we did. There was this band, Renegade, giving a free concert by the falls and playing some cover tunes. Most of these cover tunes swept us back to junior high and high school days where Bon Jovi and Journey classics had us itching to do some head banging. :D People watching along the walk was also a huge hit of the evening. It was good times.

One of the fun things about road trips are the spontaneous, unplanned, by the seat of our pants, type of sightseeing. Niagara-On-The-Lake is wine country and I'd have to say that this was probably the highlight of our little road trip. We had no plans to visit any wineries, but the different vineyards we drove by kept calling out to us, slowly drawing us in. So we did a little wine tasting here and there, visiting about four different wineries. Most of the wineries charged a small fee for wine tasting but somehow, E-gurl and I were never charged. It's funny what a little flirtation could do. E-gurl bought 7 bottles of wine, while I bought four -a Muscat, a Dry Riesling, a Cabernet Sauvignon, and a Merlot. Yeah, yeah, call me a lush.

On our way back to Philly yesterday, we took a detour through Ithica, NY, taking the scenic route driving by one of the finger lakes, Cayuga Lake. I drove by this area a few years ago and fell in love with the lake and the little college town of Ithica. We made a planned stop at the Moosewood Restaurant, which as been "acclaimed as a driving force in the world of creative vegetarian cooking." The Moosewood Collective has authored a number of great cookbooks, one of which I own and use quite often. I suppose I'm a granola girl at heart, but what's keeping me from being truly granola is my penchant for meat and chicken. I ordered stuffed peppers with a cold cucumber and beet salad - it was wonderfully fresh and filled with so much flavor. Must return.

After our Ithica "pitt-stop", the drive back up to Philly was pretty uneventful. E-gurl did most of the driving while I slept quite a bit. After spending two full days in a town where people were polite and friendly, returning to the city was almost a rude awakening for me. Living here for the last six years, I've become accustomed to the city attitude - rude and uncouth. Right from the moment we entered back into the city, I was subjected to some incredibly primitive and rude behavior, one of which included a racist remark coming from an ignorant white college student who just moved down the street from me. I won't even bother wasting my time writing about what happened with this little peon, but I will say this: I've been living on this very TIGHT-KNIT block for the last five and half years, where people seriously watch out for each other, and if this boy had any functioning brain cells, (which he obviously doesn't), then he better not be making enemies in this neighborhood.

Joy, welcome back to the city.

It's that time of year again.....

...where I have to drive up to the border in order to renew my Trade NAFTA (TN) working visa. Tomorrow morning, I'm driving up to Niagara Falls with a good friend from church, in order to go through this stress-inducing process that I go through every single year. The TN visa is part of the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA), which allows Canadians to work in the US, under the condition this person has a job offer from a company and as long as their college degree meets the criteria of the job. A good friend of mine, Larissa, just went through this process a few weeks ago and it went fairly smoothly for her. I am praying that I get the same officer who issued her the same visa at the Rainbow Bridge border in Niagara.

I am not ready, if ever, to move back to Vancouver yet. Earlier this evening, I had a long phone conversation with BFF. She is of the opinion that I will probably never move back to Vancouver. I told her that I am just not ready to move back at this point in my life. I adore the west coast and it will always be "home" for me; however, this coast that I am living in, the east coast, has also become my home - along with the Geographical Orphans who have also become my family.

I don't know what I'll do if I have to move back to Vancouver.

Song of the Week

IowaGirl made me a CD filled with Joshua Radin's music. He's got the coveted "I *heart* him" of this week. (Yeah, call me fickle) I've kind of fallen in love with this particuar song and have been listening to it all week:

The Fear You Won't Fall

Digging a hole
And the walls are caving in,
Behind me,
Airs getting thin,
But I'm trying,
I'm breathing in,
Come find me,

It hasn't felt like this before,
It hasn't felt like home for you,

And I know it's easy to say,
But it's harder to feel this way,
I miss you more than I should,
Than I thought I could,
Can't get my mind off of you,

I know you're scared,
That I'll soon be over it,
That's part of it all,
Part of the beauty,
Of falling in love with you,
Is the fear that you won't fall,

It hasn't felt like this before,
It hasn't felt like home for you,

And I know it's easy to say,
But it's harder to feel this way,
I miss you more than I should,
Than I thought I could,
Can't get my mind off of you,

And I hate the phone,
But I wish you'd call,
Thought being alone,
Was better than,
Was better than,

And I know it's easy to say,
But it's harder to feel this way,
I miss you more than I should,
Than I thought I could,
Can't get my mind off of you,

Can't get my mind off of you,

And I know it's easy to say,
But it's harder to feel this way,
I miss you more than I should,
Than I thought I could,
Can't get my mind off of you,

And I know it's easy to say,
But it's harder to feel this way

Yay For Blogger Support!!!

For those of you who came to visit my blog earlier today, you saw one post that displayed panic and some devastation (I know, I know....call me the resident drama queen). I accidentally deleted my blog this morning. Upon realization of what I had done, this sick feeling that I cannot even describe settled deep in the pitt of my stomach. In the midst of this madness, I was able to have some semblance of somewhat of a sound mind. (Woah! Alliteration!) I did a search on blogger and discovered Blogger Help which takes you through some steps on retrieving a blog that was accidentally deleted. This other site by O.K., O.K., was also very helpful. Nonetheless, I was able to find an email address for blogger support and sent them a very panicked email this morning explaining to them what happened. This evening I received a response from Blogger Support (yes, a real live individual named Alexander!) who informed me that he was able to restore my blog into my account. Woohoo and Phew!!! God is definitely good.

My insomniac self had only half an hour of sleep last night and so I better hit the sack. Tune in next time for more of JoyIsMe. :) Have a good night y'all!

IOWAGIRL

Driving over the Ben Franklin Bridge into Jersey after work earlier this evening, my cell phone rings. It's my roommate IowaGirl. She was supposed to be at the Philly airport, ready to board her plane that would fly her out to Des Moines, Iowa.

IowaGirl: So, what are you doing right now?

Me: Driving over the Ben Franklin bridge.

IowaGirl: S&%#!!!

Me: What's wrong?

IowaGirl: My flight got cancelled beause of some stupid storm in Chicago. That's where my layover is and apparently there aren't any planes leaving or landing at O'Hare.

Me: Well that's kind of a bitch.

IowaGirl: So, you're not really too busy are ya?

Me: I'll turn around and pick you up.

So at the foot of the Ben Franklin bridge, I turned the car around, crossed the tolls (yep, paid $3.00 to get into Philly - yet again today), and got on the 95 towards Philadlephia International Airport to pick up IowaGirl. Driving down the 95, I had a few thoughts going through my head and this gnawing feeling in the pitt of my stomach. There are days when IowaGirl and I have this weird cosmic telepathic connection and today it seemed to be in full force, because before I even arrived at the airport I knew that I would somehow end up driving her back to the airport tomorrow morning. No, IowaGirl did not inform me that her flight was rescheduled for tomorrow morning. This was soley based on my own assumptions. I arrive at the AmericanAirlines terminal and find IowaGirl dragging her luggage towards my car.

Iowagirl: Thanks, I owe you big time. I guess that means I get to join you guys for happy hour at PJ's after all.

Me: Yup. So, what time's your flight tomorrow morning? (I figured it was better to cut to the chase, rather than beating around the bush, right?)

Iowagirl: *Turns to me with huge grin on her face*

Me: Dammit. I sooooo knew it!!!

Iowagirl: *Laughter ensues* You knew that by picking me up, you would get stuck with the job tomorrow. It was a given.

Me: Girl, you owe me big time.

Iowagirl: Well, my flight leaves at 7:45 AM and so I should be at the airport at around 6:45AM. We could leave the house at around 6:30AM. *Gives me sheepish grin*

Me: *Sighs* I guess I'll just go straight to the office afterwards. It shouldn't be that bad.

Iowagirl: *Has huge cheesy grin pasted on her face*

I am such a sucker. On a positive note, this sucker got dinner paid for by IowaGirl at PJ's tonight.

It wasn't until later on in the evening that it hit me - I have to get up at 5 AM tomorrow in order to get ready for work and drive IowaGirl to the airport.

I really am sucker.

Ticked Off

I am uber-pissed right now.

One of my biggest pet-peeve is when plans are made with a friend and said friend decides to make other plans on that same day and then becoming passive aggressive about it.

If you're going to make plans to do something, then stick to it. Or at least let me know before hand that something came up and that you're A) Going to be late, or B) We could reschedule for another time. It ticks me off to no end when someone says they will do something and then there is no follow through.

Oh, and do you know what makes this whole day even more wonderful? I'm surfin' the crimson wave and the cramps have been unbelievable. I am so hating life right now.

"A"

Brought to you by the letter "A"

Naïve-no-more had this on her blog and assigned me the letter A.

Here's how it works: You take your assigned letter and then write 10 words that start with that letter and explain why they are important to you. Of course, NNM assigned me with a somewhat difficult letter but I am determined to write about 10 important things to me that start with the letter “A”

AUTUMN- One of the seasons that I look forward to, particularly after a long, hot and humid summer out here in the East Coast. I love the crisp, cool air and the rich pallette of reds, oranges, browns, and yellows, emanating from the various trees. Fanciful thoughts of hayrides, bobbing for apples, corn-mazes, candy corn, and Fall festivals come to mind. One of my favorite things to do during this time of the year is walking through Central Park in NYC.

ART - I really should have at least minored in Art History when I was in college. Art is a form of human expression that communicates emotionally and intellectually an individuals' thoughts and feelings concerning themes about self, dreams & visions, issues, or relationships. Creativity is about humanity and as created beings we bear the hallmark of the creative character of God. What an overwhelming, yet awesome thought! Some of my favorite modern art movements are Impressionism, Fauvism, and Abstract Impressionism - Monet, Matisse, Rothko, Renoir, to name a few. Art museums I love to visit? The Met and the Philadelphia Art Museum. I just discovered The Cloisters in Upper Manhattan a few weeks ago. A storehouse full of medival art, architecture, and gardens. I am not too fond of medival art, but I fell in love with the cloister's (gardens), concealed within the confines of this building.

ANNA – My first cousin who is about four years younger than I am and is like a sister to me. Of course, I've known her all my life. Her mom and my mom are sisters, who raised us closely together. Anna wasn't one of those cousins I only saw during holiday get togethers. When we were younger she looked up to me - her cool older cousin. But as she entered into her adolescent years, she started to form her own mind. And what a mind it is! Anna and I share the same twisted sense of humor that only our "cousin-ship" can understand. We've laughed, cried, fought, and made up over the years. While I go home to the west coast to visit my family about twice a year, (Anna also lives about half an hour away from my parents) she flies out here to the east coast to visit me about twice a year as well.

AUNTIE "T" - My mom's youngest sister, more like my older sister. She is Hormone Happy Boy's mom and has always played an important role in my life. Before my aunt got married, she lived with my family and we shared a room together. I remember when I was about 7 years old she got the chicken pox and oddly enough, I never got it from her. I got the chicken pox when I was 10 years old. :D She got married when I was 10 and I was her junior bridesmaid. After the wedding, she moved down to San Diego with her husband and I was absolutely devastated. Interestingly enough, it turned out to my advantage because during my adolescent years, I spent most of my summers in San Diego at my auntie T's place.

ANICETA – My mom’s first name. She was the main focus in my previous post -a tribute to her on Mother's Day. Go ahead and read all about why this woman is so important to me and why I love her so much.

AIR – How can I convey the importance of air? If we didn't have it, we'd all be dead.

APPLE PIE – To be specific, my mom’s freshly baked apple pie. There is definitely nothing like it – the tart flavor of granny smith apples mingled with sweet cinnamon will have you drooling for more after devouring one piece. May I suggest chocolate ice-cream on the side?

“A” – A friend who surprisingly popped into my sphere and has awakened certain feelings and sensations that I thought were dead and stagnant, buried under the mire and sludge which have accumulated. It's making me feel somewhat disconcerted.

ADOPTION SOCIAL WORKER – That’s my job title and as much as I love what I do, it certainly does not wholly define who I am as a person. My dad was adopted, not as an infant, but as an older child and it's interesting that a big part of my job is working with older children, needing to find a permanent home - loving, caring, adoptive parents who will give them a sense of stability and security.

Alright, alright, I was supposed to come up with 10, but like I stated earlier, the letter "A" was a difficult one. At least I got 9 and come to think of it, 9 is almost 10, right? ;) If you want to play, just let me know on the comment section and I will assign you a letter.

MOM

Another Mother's Day where I'm a few thousand miles away from mom and from what I heard today, it appears that mom is pretty sad about it. Talking to my cousin on the phone earlier this afternoon, she mentioned that her mom (my mom's younger sister) called my mom to wish her a happy mother's day. Apparently mom made mention to my aunt how much she misses me. Enter the guilt.

I have my own reasons for living thousands of miles away from my family and the wall to wall of endless relatives. But that's another blog entry for another day.

From the time I was a young girl, people would constantly tell me how much I looked like my mom. I was a miniature version of ALJ (mom's initials). Of course, I never really saw the resemblence. Until I was probably about 10 years old. I remember stumbling upon a black and white photo of my mom when she was about 8 years old and it was like looking into a mirror. We were literally spitting images of each other. Needless to say, I was shocked. I always thought I was my own person. The crazy thing is, not only do mom and I look alike, we're also alot alike. Stubborn, hard-headed and somewhat opinionated, we also both have this ability to make others feel comfortable upon a first meeting. Gregarious and full of warmth, mom's generosity and care for people has always been modeled for me since I was very young.

Mom taught me how to treat people with respect and dignity. In the fourth grade, a time where certain kids were labelled with "the cooties" and thus ostracized by the rest of the class, she admonished me and challenged me to go against the flow of my other classmates.

When I was about 8 years old, I recall asking mom how babies were made. Her response? "Your dad gave me a shot." Being the young and naive 8 year old that I was, the only shot that I knew of at the time was the needle administered on your arm by the doctor and so of course, I took mom's response at face value and did not question her any further. Little did I know.... When I was about 11 years old, my great-aunt, who was visiting us from Seattle, sat me down and gave me "the talk". She even drew diagrams for me. One of the mortifying moments of my pre-pubescent years and I am fairly certain that mom put my great-aunt up to it.

The teen years were fairly turbulent, but that probably isn't anything new. I remember the first time I told my mom to "go to hell". That earned me a nice smack on the face. Somehow, telling her to "got to hell" seemed easier from then on. Probably because my smart-ass self would yell it to mom as I was running down the stairs towards the front door to get away from her.

When I was a junior in college I remember coming home one afternoon completely distraught. The night before, my then boyfriend dumped me. The creep did not even have the class to break up with me in person, instead he hid behind the telephone. When mom came home from work, she found me curled up on the living room couch bawling my eyes out. She didn't say anything at the time. What she did, however, was gather me into her arms, rocked me back and forth, and let me cry.

College graduation arrived too soon and I remember mom's words to me at a celebration dinner they held for me. "You're education is yours and no one can ever take it away from you. I'm so proud of you."

My big move to the East Coast came and my parents drove me, the hour and half, down to Everett, WA, so I could catch the train, which would take me on a three day trek across the country to Philadelphia. Mom and I got into a huge fight on the drive down. I wanted to revert to my adolescent attitude and tell her to "go to hell", but I bit my tongue and held it in. The drive was fairly quiet after we had our fight, but when we arrived at the train station the apologies of course came out. "I'm sorry." "I love you." When I boarded onto the train and took my seat by the window, I could see dad supporting mom in her grief of having to say good-bye. I remember crying for the first three hours of that train ride, the swaying train eventually lulling me to sleep. My move to the East Coast was a defining factor in my relationship with my mom as it brought us closer than before.

Mom was a fifth grade teacher in the Philippines. I taught 11th and 12th grade English Literature for two years in the inner-city.

The other day, I was having a conversation with a pre-adoptive mother that I am currently working with. Somehow I ended up talking about my mom with her, which made me realize what a superwoman my mom is. Mom worked full-time, but she always managed to come home after work and cook a nutritious meal for us - and it wasn't your typical mac and cheese with hot dogs kind of crap. The meal was piping hot and ready to be devoured by the time dad arrived home from work at around 5:30. And I don't know how she did this, but she always manage to have the kitchen sparkling clean after dinner (with our help of course), have her evening bath, and then be in bed between 8:30 - 9:00PM. All the while keeping the house looking absolutely immaculate. Can we say superwoman or what?

I suppose I could go on and on with various anectdotes about my mom. All that to say, there are waaaaay too many stories to tell. But I just wanted to highlight some of the memorable moments with my mom. A woman full of warmth and grace, who embodies compassion and kindness to people around her - even with her quirks and idiosyncracies, I hope I can become even close to the woman of character that she exemplifies.

HockeyManWannaBee and The Jamaican Jerk

I sit next to this guy at work, HockeyManWannaBee, who is also a fellow Canuck. Actually, he's got dual citizenship and so he can legally work and live in either the US or Canada without the rigamarole of annoying visa papers. The lucky bastard. We became pretty good friends at the office, bantering back and forth, with our quick-witted quips. It was always an interesting time when we were both at the office as we kept the others amused by our verbal sparring. Our penchant for the NHL and Canadian chocolate, along with our "enthusiasm" for orgami is what sealed the friendship. Working in the type of job that I'm in, and seeing the depravity of human beings on an almost daily basis, coming back to the office and having a good laugh with HockeyManWannaBee was always a good reprieve from a stressful visit with a family or an ugly court hearing. Unfortunately that all came to an end today as it was HockeyManWannaBee's last day with our agency. He took another job with a different company/agency, doing social work in a more different capacity, working with individuals and families in the military. It's a great fit for him as he is a former marine and is passionate about the US military.

So in lieu of his last day and of course to celebrate his new job, a group of us went to this gem of a place call the Jamaican Jerk Hut, located on a nondescript South Street block in Philly. If this place wasn't featured in that movie, "In Her Shoes", I probably would have never heard of this place. Or else, I would have driven pass by it without a thought. Peering through the front windows of the the Jamaican Jerk Hut, one would find two or three tables and a take out counter with the kitchen in the back. By the first look of The Jamaican Jerk Hut, one would not even DREAM of taking someone on their first date to this restaurant. But alas, the old adage, "never judge a book by its cover", is never more closer to the truth. Why? Because if you walk around back to the veranda, there is outdoor dining - a grass hut with wooden yard furniture. The setting, next to the vegetable garden, sweeping lilac trees, with reggae playing in the background, would make anyone feel for a moment that they were in Jamaica. Oh did I mention that the food was great? The spicy jerk chicken was just that. Spicy and jerky. Like most small, independently owned restaurants in Philly, the great thing about this place is that it is BYOB. And we all know that BYOB is a wonderful concept because it will not cost you an arm and a leg to order a glass of wine or a margarita. I would probably recommend mixing a little rum with their homemade fruit drinks. :D

Who woulda thought that this little oasis, nestled in the middle of south Philly would serve for a memorable evening filled with much laughter? Good Times.

One of these days I will go back to The Jamaican Jerk Hut and I know just the person whom I would like to bring.

Y'all Have Fun Now......Y'hear???

The Red Button Game! Thanks to Aaron for keeping it alive!

Quote Of The Day

"If I find in myself a desire which
no experience in this world can satisfy,
the most probable explanation is that
I was made for another world." - C.S. Lewis

This might explain the restlessness that I feel, time and time again - as C.S. Lewis, his eloquent self, so states it.

Thoughts?

Introspect

Because of Christ, I am far more loved, cherished and forgiven than I could ever imagine.

I understand the truth of the above statement. So why does my heart have this tendency to forget and sometimes even resist?

Zephaniah's Word Of The Day

"The Lord your God is with you,
He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in
you,
He will quiet you with his love,
He will rejoice over you with singing."
Zephaniah 3:17

Dumb Ass Moment #4

This past weekend I had another one of my adventures in NYC. An old friend of mine from junior high and high school works for Norwegian Cruise Lines and her port of call was NYC this past weekend. We've been trying to get together for almost a year everytime she was in the city, however due to scheduling conflicts, things never worked out. Until this past weekend. I had to give two different trainings at work on Saturday and so afterwork I took the train up the the Big Apple and met up with Cruisegurl somewhere in midtown. It was great hanging out with her, catching up, and talking about old times, but to be honest, our "reunion" wasn't as wonderful as I thought it would be. Over the years, we have become two different people with different priorities in life. As much as I love Cruisegurl, I felt so sad to see her put so much value on superficial "things" and to see her measure her worth and value over all the "attention" she was receiving from all the "hot" 20something males who worked on the cruise ships with her. Not once did she ask me about my life in Camden/Philly nor did she make an effort to ask about my job. I'm not angry or bitter about her disinterest with my life. There's more of a deep seated sadness that I have for my friend. I could go on and on, analyzing my friend until the cows come home, but I won't. Why? Because I could totally be way off base.

Cruisegurl was staying at a hotel in Jamaica Queens and so I ended up spending Saturday night with her. She had to leave for the cruise ship on Sunday morning and therefore I planned it so I could spend Sunday with Therapyboy and Columbiagirl. Hence, the start of one of my NYC adventures!

I took the subway back to Manhattan and made a stop at Penn Station so that I could store my overnight bag in the luggage hold. I was supposed to meet TB and CG at their church, Redeemer Presbyterian for the 10:30 AM service. And of course, I was running late. So I took the 6 train up to Hunter College (where Redeemer meets) and rushed up the stairs to the street. Now, to give you some background information on what NY pedestrians are like, well, they don't exactly follow street signals, signs, or what have you. And they looooove to jay walk. Like I mentioned before, I was running late. And since I was running late, I decided to take a short-cut by jay walking across the street to the auditorium where services were being held, instead of going across the cross walk. Since the light was red and the cars were all stopped, I figured that it was safe for me to do a little bit of jay-walking. I mean, everyone else was doing it and it would have made it for a shorter walk to the auditorium. As soon as I stepped onto the uneven pavement on 68th street, it was like watching TV in slow-motion. My clumsy self somehow managed to trip and fly across the street, with arms and purse flailing, falling flat on my face.

I FELL FLAT ON MY FACE IN FRONT OF ABOUT 10 CARS AND WHAT SEEMED LIKE A MILLION PEOPLE AROUND ME IN THE MIDDLE OF 68TH STREET!!!

When it happened all these guys somehow materialized from almost nowhere, helped me up, and supported me as I pathetically hobbled to a nearby bench.

I

WAS

MORTIFIED.

One of the guys graciously decided to stay behind, running into the building to grab a first aid kit, so he could to help me nurse my right knee, which was messed up and bleeding from the fall. Although my knee hurt like hell, I think more damage was done to my pride than anything else. And my thoughts the entire time this guy was tending to my knee???

Thank God I shaved my legs the day before.

Dreams

I heard this song the other day and it sent me back to my TWU days. Good times.

Dreams - The Cranberries

Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems

I know I felt like this before
But now I’m feeling it even more
Because it came from you

Then I open up and see
The person fumbling here is me
A different way to be

I want more, impossible to ignore
Impossible to ignore
They’ll come true, impossible not to do
Impossible not to do

Now I tell you openly
You have my heart so don’t hurt me
For what I couldn’t find

Talk to me amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You’re everything to me

Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems
’cause you’re a dream to me
Dream to me