“These are the days I will remember.
These are the faces I need most.
Everythin’ changes but I’ll keep forever.
These days I will remember, these days I will remember…” Tyrone Wells.

Repost during the dog days of Summer.

“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 of game.
Challenges and misfortunes factored into the mix.
Gave us our backbone our strength to behold.
But just for a moment with a dream in place.
Take away the name, add a new face.
If we could throw our troubles into a pot.
Would we take ours back and be grateful for what we got?
I suppose we would, but just for today.
With a dream, a prayer and a fantasy intact.
We’d like to think of not taking ours back.
With less of that and more of this.
The hardships, the strife wouldn’t be missed.
We have lost 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 followed the plan.
Kept our eyes 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 ever will be will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.”
Make it a great weekend!

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