I colored Grandma's hair last night. That in itself is nothing special. We do this every few weeks because she prefers blonde over gray, and I prefer to keep my blonde lady that I started going out with in 1970. After she was color-refreshed and showered, her hair was shining in the light, and doggone if she's not still my prom queen.
Back then, as our romance blossomed, I looked at "Summer Rain" as our theme song, especially when it came to her:
She stepped out of a rainbow
Golden hair shining like moonglow
Warm lips, soft as her soul
Sitting here by me, now
She's here by me
The relationship was formalized a few years later in our Illinois hometown. It was a great effort of family and friends with the wedding, reception, party, and general festivities. We were going to drive through much of the night to get close to our honeymoon spot, camping in Cumberland Gap. We made as far as a Best Western about an hour out of town. We did get to the campground the next day.
Time passed with its moving around the country and the world, with all its adventures, and still that same theme song holds:
She wants to live in the Rockies
She says that's where we'll find peace
Settle down, raise up a family
One to call our own, yeah
We will have a home
We have lived in Colorado since 1978. We have found our measure of peace, settled down some, raised a family to call our own, and yeah, we have a home.
As I write this, it promises to be a hot summer day, but that's what happens when you're married in June. Still, the song holds.
Winter snows drift by my window
North wind blowing like thunder
Our love is burning like fire
She's here by me, yeah
She's here by me
Let tomorrow be
Happy 43rd Anniversary to the lady known as Grandma. I love you, heart o' mine.