Music of the Soul

As I sit here watching/listening to my RENT DVD, I'm thinking about him. I know I said that I was going to sleep, but I guess I felt the need to write. I know that I haven't been writing in it regularly, but that doesn't mean that I'm not thinking. Trust me, there have been plenty of times (and photo ops) I wanted to blog about. Ha.

I've given myself some closure, comfort and contentment these past few weeks. It's about time I took a little more control of my pace, right?

Anyway, with that said...

I don't know if I'm writing this because I miss him, or if I just noticed this. I suppose it's a little of both...

As a kid, I remember a framed poem that my mom had. One of the lines said, "Laughter is the music of the soul." For some reason, that's the only line that stuck out to me. I guess I have enough music to fill my imaginary iPod.

Lately, I've been laughing a lot with Arnell. Whether it was about old times, inside jokes or even good conversation with friends, a laugh managed to sneak its way in. I guess I've been a lot happier these days.

I love laughing with Arnell. I love hearing him laugh. I love making him laugh. Yeah, I guess we make great music together.

My soul is happy and it hasn't been that way for a while.