Ideas till Death Do Us Part

Above others, one question I’m asked is, “where do all your
ideas come from?”

Life, silly.

Open your ears, your eyes, your moods, emotions, memories, and
noses to the world around you and simply start bumping into the ideas all
around you.

 Do you remember how she looked when she opened the door that
first evening of that first date?

 Do you remember how you felt waiting for him to arrive?

 Did you wonder what she said to her friends after it was
over?

 Do you remember the first kiss? Did you happen to notice that 80-year-old
couple walking hand-in-hand down the street?

 When you went to that last ballgame, did you notice the
8-year-old with the sticky-outy-ears and the big hat covering his head and the
even bigger glove on his hand?

 Did you ever see your own face in your father’s? Remember the moment
you realized your parents were human?

 Ever curious what your pets are thinking?

 It always strikes me as funny that people act as though I’m
some magician because I can continue to keep coming up not just with clever
little ideas, but ideas that resonate with the ability to persuade.

 It’s so easy. Just be
curious. Be aware. Listen.

 Ideas are everywhere around you. Start getting in their way.

 So, there are some idea starters for you.

 Unless you’re slightly more daring and decide to get in the
way of your own experiences.

My greatest began two years ago today.

 You see, I still remembered how she looked in that black
dress, how she smelled, how she smiled, how I felt, how she didn’t seem to care
I was a little bit odd and a lot bit nervous. I remember the first kiss, the first movie, the first bottle of wine,
the first concert, the first quiet moment,
the first fight, the first make-up, the first …

 So … I asked her to marry me.  Incredulously, she said "yes."

Happy Anniversary, Dee.

Thanks for believing.