Happy Valentines Day!

Today is Valentines Day, and I hope everyone who passes this way is blessed with someone in their life to share this day with. Not just a lover, but friends and family as well.
As I sat trying to think of something to share with you, I came across this song, and it just seems to reflect so well where I'm at in my life right now. I have an old blue chair, and while it's not a rocking chair it is comfortable and I've done a lot of living my life in that chair. I've laughed, I've cried, I've dreamed. I find myself doing a lot of that lately. Dreaming that is. Dreaming and making plans. It feels good.
I hope each and everyone of you knows how special you are to me. Your not just my blog friends, your my blog family. Your the family I would have chosen if God had allowed me to.
Anyway (ooo Piggy's fav word) this song is my little gift to you. I hope you enjoy it.
Happy Valentines Day!!
There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth
With the help of the winds
It seems to always be there, like an old trusted friend

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares to the way that I see it
To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue chair

From that chair I've caught a few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail in and out of cinnamon bay
I let go of a lover that took a piece of my heart
Prayed many times for forgiveness and a brand new start

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares to the way that I see it
To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue chair

That chair was my bed one New Year's night
When I passed out from too much Malibu and diet
And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites
I swear, got em all sitting right there
In that old blue chair

There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands