We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home

And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home

And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And together we will flow into the mystic

Come on girl...

Too late to stop now...

Into The Mystic - Van Morrison

October

It's always been a wonderful month...fall creeps in, we start to spend more time at home in the evenings, I cook things in my oven again after the hot summer hiatus, and best of all, Keith's birthday.

This year is different.

It's better.

It's a double birthday month.

I love to celebrate my husbands birthday mostly because he is so terribly modest, and never expects a thing. But this year, October arrived and it sent us both into a fraz of excitement and anticipation for reasons entirely new. Our little boy will be here any day and to say we are thrilled is the understatement of the year! Keith hovers around my every move, waiting to the birth process to begin, and had I not reminded him, he would have totally forgot his birthday this year : )

I, of course, think Keith is the most fabulous person in the world. He is hysterically funny and half the time isn't even meaning to be. He is thoughtful and genuine in a way that makes me strive to be a better person in every way I can. He is loyal and loving in a way that teaches me daily what it means to really be in love and loved. He makes sense out of madness, listens like a mother and builds you up like a father. He is charming, honest, handsome, and kind. He rules my hearth and heart and is the guardian of everything I value in this world.

Together we have created a boy child and any day now we will see his tender face. We will cover him with all our pent up adoration and whisper to him his name: Henry (ruler of the hearth) Porter (guardian), a boy destined to be an October boy; just like his father. The lion hearted Yeomans boys.

With a father like Keith, my son will grow to be a far better man than I could ever imagine. And for this, and so much more, I am more happy today than I was yesterday, and expect only to surpass it tomorrow.

Happy Birthday, Keith.

Thank you for all you do,

all you have done,

and all that we will become.