Sing out Doris Day.

“When I was just a little girl I asked my mother what will I be.
Here’s what she said to me,
Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be.
The future’s not ours to see,
Que sera, sera,
What will be will be.”

And then she let go of my hand and “what will be” became what is.

How much easier life would be if we had a crystal ball for which to see.
The future would unfold before it came.
Minus the struggles, our choice, our game.
Challenges and misfortunes factored into the mix.
Gave us our backbone our strength to behold.
What’s Good for The Gander is what we’ve been told.
But just for a moment with a dream in place.
Take away the name, add a new face.
With hopes and prayers and promises intact.
With less of that and more of this.
The hardships, the strife wouldn’t be missed.
We have learned so much and gained even more.
As fate unfurled, at our front door.
The cards were dealt, we carried out the plan.
A divine order in place, sensibility kicking in.
We focused and kept our eye on the win.
“When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart, what lies ahead.
“Will we have rainbows,
Day after Day.
Here’s what my sweetheart said.
Que sera,sera,
What will be will be,
The future’s not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.”& 1
Make it a great Tuesday- you got this!