Love, Me

Dear Diary,

I've been asked how I came about having my Dear Diary days and I thought I would answer that question.

My Dear Diary days use to be on Tuesday's but after I had Brody and he was born on a Tuesday, I changed Tuesday's to his weekly updates and moved Dear Diary to Thursday's.

But the reason I started Dear Diary days was because once a week I felt like I needed to vent. I needed to get things off my chest. Say what I felt in an atmosphere I could feel comfortable with. And what more than MY blog. I know some people don't agree with things I say or feel and that is fine. I highly respect people's opinions because Lord knows I have a lot. I needed some place to just jot it all down. Get it out. I was having some anger issues, having some mixed emotions about things and I felt if I didn't get them out, I might explode. So that is how Dear Diary days came about. Not every Dear Diary day is the same. Sometimes birthdays or anniversary's or monthly updates fall on Thursday and that is fine. I still write the Dear Diary and the Love, Me.

The Love, Me is something I write because of a song called Love, Me by Collin Raye. It is something I write in all my cards/letters to Bobby. If the person knows who the gift is from, I write it. It's a song that has a lot of meaning to me for some reason. Like even if someone you love leaves this world and goes to heaven, it doesn't mean it's the last time you see them. I truly believe in that and I think this song just reminds me of that. That no matter what holds me up, no matter what keeps me down, I will make my way to you in the very end. 

If you have never heard of the song or can't quite remember it....here it is.

Here are the lyrics: 

I read a note my Grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three.

Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me. 

He said, "Boy you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,

Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your Grandma so."

We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.

Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever.

But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead.

I found this letter and this is what it said: 

If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.

I'll meet you when my chores are through;

I don't know how long I'll be.

But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.

And between now and then, till I see you again, 

I'll be loving you.

Love, Me.

I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away, 

In the doorway of a church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray.

I know I'd never seen him cry in all my fifteen years;

But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears.

If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.

I'll meet you when my chores are through;

I don't know how long I'll be.

But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.

And between now and then, till I see you again, 

I'll be loving you.

Love, Me.

Between now and then, till I see you again,

I'll be loving you. 

Love, Me

Love, Me