Six Years Ago ...

... on Sunday I married the love of my life, J. It was an absolutely perfect day--one I will never forget. We were married in a beautiful garden in front of 150 of our close friends and family. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. I really couldn't ask for a better day. During the ceremony our good friend, JP, sang and one of the songs he sung was a song that my dear husband, J, had written for me. I knew that J was writing me a song for JP to sing during the ceremony, but I hadn't heard it or read the lyrics until that day. I couldn't contain my emotion as JP sang J's love song for me, which is entitled Chrysallis--it is an absolutely beautiful song. Below is a picture of J and I during the ceremony as JP was singing the song and following the photo are the lyrics to the song.

Chrysallis

I saw her standing there moving like she does
Couldnot quite bear the beauty, possibilites before me
Everything is swirling, sweat on my hands
I'm shakin', stealin' glances every chance I get
One lovely lady so divine, so debonair
Talking, conversing, making me so alive.
No words to say, not to articulate,
my heart quietly realizing it's fate.

Chorus:
You wake up in the morning looking for a reason,
Head keeps a turnin', thinkin' about relation.
Hope to see the people leanin' toward the street
Feelin' all the movement, trying to be discreet.
Makes you want to dance and move to your emotions,
Turnin' down the lights, letting off explosions.
Makin' your heart race till you're near the fever,
Knowing she's your baby, knowing that you love her.
There is a time when you're waitin' for a sign,
when the lights go out and it's always four one nine.
Lookin' for a fix, trying to transcend,
Writing a letter you hope to never send.
Hope there is another corner to turn,
where here is more to see, more to learn.
You know this kind of life will no longer suffice,
for livin' with ghosts and priests has its price.

There is a time when you're waitin' for a sign,
when the lights go out and it's always four one nine.
Lookin' for a fix, trying to transcend,
Writing a letter you hope to never send.
Hope there is another corner to turn,
where here is more to see, more to learn.
You know this kind of life will no longer suffice,
for livin' with ghosts and priests has its price.

Chorus:
You wake up in the morning looking for a reason,
Head keeps a turnin', thinkin' about relation.
Hope to see the people leanin' toward the street
Feelin' all the movement, trying to be discreet.
Makes you want to dance and move to your emotions,
Turnin' down the lights, letting off explosions.
Makin' your heart race till you're near the fever,
Knowing she's your baby, knowing that you love her.Of the seasons spring is my favorite.

How it washes our lives of boredom and anxiety winter supplies.
As it wakes us up and opens our eyes.
A cat sleeping on a porch, as birds watch from a nearby tree.
A love has entered my heart that I could not forsee.
People return to the outdoors where they belong
and it seems cupid is playing a fiddle and singing his song.
Two young lovers, two kindred hearts joining as one,
one a daughter and one a son.