The Classic Yuppie

She’s got a way about her
I don’t know what it is
But I know that I can’t live without her
She’s got a way of pleasin’
I don’t know what is is
But there doesn’t have to be a reason anyway.

She’s got a smile that heals me
I don’t know why it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She’s got a way of talkin’
Don’t know what it is
But it lifts me up when we are walkin’ anywhere.

- B. Joel

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life 

Back to the street where we began 
Feeling as good as lovers can you know 
Yeah we’re feeling so good 
Picking up things we shouldn’t read 
It looks like the end of history as we know 
It’s just the end of the world 

Back to the street where we began 
Feeling as good as love, you could you can 

Into a place, where thoughts can bloom 
Into a room where it’s nine in the afternoon 
And we know that it could be 
And we know that it should 
And you know that you feel it too 

[Chorus] 
‘Cause it’s nine in the afternoon and 
Your eyes are the size of the moon 
You could ’cause you can so you do 
We’re feeling so good 
Just the way that we do 
When it’s nine in the Afternoon 

There’s a reason for the world.

You and I.

I can’t stop thinking about her.  Everything reminds me of her.  I keep smelling her sweet smell and seeing her everywhere I look.  It’s hard to sleep when the one you love is 1200 miles away from you.  Pillows just don’t cut it.

Peppermint has taken up Cryssy’s side of the bed in her absence.  She’s only moved to eat, drink and use the litter box.  The only other movement she makes is the occasional glare in my direction as if to say, “You’re a fool for letting her go back to Phoenix.”

… And then I start balling.

OK… so I’ve been sitting here a for 4 hours at a blinking cursor, trying to conjure up the words that express the right emotion.  And not just any emotion.  But then again, love doesn’t seem to be the right word.  Love isn’t anywhere near strong enough.

And I’m doing it again… getting lost in my own thoughts.  Staring at another blinking cursor trying to figure out the right adjectives for the most memorable week of my life.  There are three dates that will forever stick in my mind that will shape me as a person of substance.

January 27, 1982.  10:42am.  My birth.  A wonderful experience for myself, no doubt.  Born of parents John and Patricia Fox.  I look the picture on my home office desk and wonder back at those times when I was very young and curious about the world.  I must have been about 2 years old or so in this picture:

My mother was such a wonderful lady.  I remember her years later wearing the dress she has on in this picture to Sunday mass.  The suit that my dad’s wearing in this picture is the same one that he married my mother in.  It’s also the same one he wore to her viewing and service.

January 24, 2001.  About 9am.  I remember standing in the front parlor of our house in Philadelphia getting a call from my aunt.  I let it ring.  I let it ring at least 3 or 4 times before answering.  I knew what the call was about before I even picked it up.  Somehow I managed to maintain my composure and make it upstairs to the back room.  I can still remember the words I said to my father when I tried to tell him - “I don’t think you’ll be needing the divorce lawyer any longer.”  My father stopped what he was doing (typing on the computer as usual) and turned around in his chair and looked at me.  I still remember the look he gave me.  Part of him knew what I was about to say because the look on his face was that of a school boy about to get news of his admonishment for some wrong deed done. A mix of innocence and being so scared.  After, I went into my room and laid down on the bed.  I was stoic, but I could hear my father sobbing in the background.  I just closed my eyes.

May 17th, 2008.  11:53pm.  Nervous anticipation.  Sweaty palms coupled with a crisp Spring evening.  The night was magical and ordinary all at the same time.  It was the beginning of a week that I will never forget for the rest of my life.  I stop and remember ever detail: the way her hair smelled as I hugged her for the first time, the song that played during our first kiss, the incredible feeling of never wanting to let her go the first time we held each other.  That’s the feeling that continues on.  That I never want to let her go.  Never let her out of my arms.  I want to be her rock - the first steady thing in her life that she is able to count on no matter what.  But this also scares the hell out of me because I don’t ever want to fail her.  I have found my soulmate and for that, I thank my lucky stars ever day.

I love you, baby!