Magical Moment 30, "Dimples and Brown Eyes"

Here I am. Back in North Carolina to see my little "Dimples and Brown Eyes." I wrote this song about my husband before we were together and before I was even sure he returned my feelings. I wrote it while I was on Staff Duty in the Army, probably at 3 am, freezing to death in November of 2006 while Eddie was at SFAS training (read the Frog and the Owl Valentine's Day blog). I remember how easily the words flowed as I wrote them. And this is one of the few songs I wrote with no instrument. No guitar, no piano to help me. But it's definitely one of my favorites. To hear a recording, please go to

http://www.myspace.com/maryelizabethgrimes

Click on Dimples and Brown Eyes in the right hand box and press play. I hope you enjoy it!

Don’t you wanna keep me warm?

I’m pretty sure, I think you do.

No one’s cared for me like you.

You play a song to see me smile.

I’m wishin for you all the while.

Imagine your arm around me,

Oh how safe I would be.

Picture your cheek touching mine,

slowly swayin to Patsy Cline.

It’s not a sin, but it might be wrong.

We just can’t announce what’s going on.

Our little secret just you and me.

We’ll hold our tongues til we’re free.

Don’t you wanna hold my hand?

I don’t care about them and you don’t either.

If we were together life would be sweeter.

Say it, come on, cuz you know I won’t.

How much more bait can I throw?

Thoughts of you pull me through the day,

all the sweet things you say.

Those dimples and brown eyes, I can’t resist you.

How lovely it’d be to lean over and kiss you.

It’s not a sin, but it might be wrong.

We just can’t announce what’s going on.

Our little secret just you and me.

We’ll hold our tongues til we’re free.

We’ll shout it from the rooftops a little down the line.

But for now, I’ll silently claim you as mine.

It’s not a sin, but it might be wrong.

We just can’t announce what’s going on.

Our little secret just you and me.

We’ll hold our tongues til we’re free.

Magical Moment 620, "Lilac Garden"

Eddie and I visited the Lilac Gardens at Ringwood Manor in New Jersey, a pristine and beautiful state park with 8 species of lilacs and several varieties within. We went on a rainy afternoon, which turned out perfect because the rain stopped for us when we got there, and began again as soon as we left. It also decorated the plants with gorgeous rain drops, adding to their beauty. And now for a quick game of "Where's Elizabeth?" And "Where's Eddie?" ~~Have a great weekend! ~~

Magical Moment 625, "Thailand - the Elephants"

Needless to say, my favorite part of our Thailand vacation, was our week long volunteering at Elephant Nature Park ! The logging industry was banned in Thailand in 1989, leaving thousands of elephants unemployed. These elephants are now used for tourism. You may have heard of elephant shows featuring the animals playing soccer or painting pictures with their trunks. They are no doubt amazing to watch, but the sad truth is that these elephants have gone through a series of torture and abuse to "break their spirit" by their trainers. This short clip is very hard to watch, but it will give you an idea of what the elephants in captivity in the country of Thailand go through. The only elephants in Thailand who do not endure this, are the very few baby elephants who are first generation born in "safe captivity" at places like Elephant Nature Park. Every other elephant at this park has been brutally abused. Some have been blinded by their owners, le...

Magical Moment 584, "Conversation with Willie"

I opened the glass door of the retail store and walked inside, eyes immediately drawn to the mannequins donning outfits I could never pull off. Yet I couldn't keep my fingers from running over the fabrics displayed on racks that were laid out, row after row around me. Months of penny pinching and shopping-deprivation made me like a hungry child in a bakery. My arms were full of clothes in mere moments. A sales clerk politely offered her assistance and asked my name. "Elizabeth," I told her. "I'm Willie," She replied with a slight southern accent, cheerfully as if we were about to become best friends. She was an older black woman who I noticed was just as attentive to all the customers in her section. Animated and friendly, Willie drew my complete attention as she continued, "Elizabeth, I can remember that. That's my sister's middle name. Her first name is Mary," she explained. Before I could help it, I told her that my first name was actu...

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