You and I.

Don't you worry there my honey

We might not have any money

But we've got our love to pay the bills

Maybe I think you're cute and funny

Maybe I wanna do want bunnies do with you if you know what I mean

Oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance

Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants

From way up there, you and I, you and I

Well you might be a bit confused

And you might be a little bit bruised

But baby how we spoon like no one else

So I will help you read those books

If you will soothe my worried looks

And we will put the lonesome on the shelf

Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France

Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance

Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants

From way up there, you and I, you and I

It's Friday, my heart wants to explode with joy. Not just because it's the weekend and Moses are I will be spending 6 straight hours playing together tomorrow but because I'm living and breathing and thankful for life. I don't need perfection or a clean play room (that statement is an oxymoron) or the bangin' body to love and be happy. Don't get upset that the To Do list didn't get finished this weekend....love and soak in life!