I was just a little girl when your hand brushed by my, and I will be an old woman happy to have spent my whole life with one man

One man, one town is all I need. I wrote a sappy love song last night that you may hear very soon on the country music radio.

It's called We Made


Verse 1
They’ve built a shopping mall
On the hill where once we parked,
Spinning dreams into the stars
And stealing kisses in the dark.
I know the way the dirt felt
Under the mark of our bare feet,
As we danced around your truck
Without a word to speak
And that mall, it pays the bills,
And that mall, it keeps us still,
But it won’t ever be enough to bring us back to that hill

Chorus
Where we found a new little soul,
Where we found a new pair of wings,
Where I knew I’d spend my whole life
Harboring this little precious thing
We made

Verse 2
You didn’t have a dime
And my folks didn’t approve,
As we strode up to that alter,
And swore we’d never move.
So you took a job in milltown
And I went to sewing clothes
Then meet back in our little house
And this life that we chose
And this house, it’s made of stone
And this house, it’s made of bone
And of all the tears and love it took to make this house a home

Chorus

Verse 3
Fifteen years go by,
And this one will be our last.
You hold my hand and pray
That we are still up to the task.
She’s got my big brown eyes,
Like all our children do,
But her grin we’ve never seen before
And she’s looking at you.
And this babe, is all we need
And this love, is all we seed
And in her eyes we see our own and all the ways they’ve seen

Chorus

Bridge
In the handicapped space
On that ground where once we kissed
I take your hand and cry
For this place, our genesis

Chorus

Ha! I think I am just very premenstrual. Today at nursery school I had to leave the room when Jacob's mom had to leave. She said goodbye and he started screaming and I started crying. I mean, geez! Poor Jane didn't know what to think. I always do that when I'm about to start my period. I cry at the commercials on TV with puppies. Like yesterday in the campus center i saw a national tudoring service comercial, and this boy's parents get him tutored, and low and behold a few months later he hands his mom his report card and she puts her hand on her heart and smiles proudly at him, and I just burst out into tears.
Alright...I'm off to get mouse traps, and later tonight I'm going to a old-time music jam.