Cher and I as most of you already are aware, enjoy every moment we have together. Laughter comes easy, even during those moments when conducting business should be; as considered by others, more serious. However, we choose not to meet the status quo, but to exceed it!
Just as we thought we may be busy enough, something came along yesterday that squashed those thoughts. Not that our calendar isn't full enough already, however there seems to be room for something else.
With the Emmy Awards gifting suite nearing, certainly we are busy preparing for that event, another event is proposed to Emerging Magazine, the 29th Annual Chabad Telethon, September 13, 2009. I mentioned the proposal to Cher, her response, "How cool? let's do it!" Naturally, we jumped on it right away and began the usual promotional efforts.
Here is some of the details: Emerging Magazine sponsors will have the rare opportunity to have their products given away during the Telethon to callers donating $100 or more to the charity. The product and the telethon will be seen by 20 Million viewers during the six hour live broadcast. It is akin to our sponsors getting a mini-commercial 4 to 5 times during the event... Free!
I'll just post the link here for you to check out for yourself, Click Here.
Cher and I share the same passion for charitable causes and promoting those we believe in. This is one of those causes we will support. When it comes to helping others in need, we want to be somewhere in the thick of it all.
This event has given us another reason to smile and to feel joy. I was fortunate enough to get a few hugs after I announced we would get involved. That alone is worth it all.
I truly love my wife and best friend, she is amazing, kind and sweet. I feel a new poem coming on, she just moves me that way.
Cher, I love you. There are no words created in the known universe that can come close to explaining just how much I love you.
Your Guy
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You are love...
I kissed your lips this morning, picked you a flower from a garden before it ever grew and carried it to a pergola colorful in the hours that bond us.
There are night skies as I write, but I can only see sapphire. There are shores in the remoteness that we would walk if there now--we would breeze past the wintered curtains that insist on a chill, (or a feeling that snow has crept into the pane).
I press your poems to my face and breath your name.
And like your name, my ears are still submerged in the continuous sea of your voice like sand or shells washed into the sun, every now and then pushed into the deep only to rise once more.
Your voice a stellar instrument, loving sounds or syllables that flood my flesh like a gentle rain. I want to be the cup that you sip from, the paper you write your most famous lines upon.
I long to be the hands that you gather snow in. If I cannot be your hands, I will take them, kiss them, and say a prayer into the wind-–I will gift you with a heart true above the reverberations of infinite butterfly flurry and sigh.
What I feel, sitting here, is how deeply, bodily inscribed you are in me. All of my desire for you, for you as who you are, here...
... what you do to me emotionally and physically is totally unshakable.
You are love.
Cher
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