Penny Lane

Little sweetheart, for the last few nights before I go to to sleep I've been watching a short video- well, two of them - on YouTube. They're both performances of "Penny Lane". One by Paul and his band closing a show eleven years ago and the other Elvis Costello with Paul's band performing at the White House For President Obama on a night celebrating him (with him in attendance). 

I think what I found so resonant at first was how incredibly happy, delirious, delighted the audience - a cross section of generations - was in the first video and although the second was a much smaller, select crowd and the performance more intimate, the sense of joy every bit as palpable. 

And, of course, hearing Beatles songs always brings you to mind, little sweetheart - one of the first things you did when we were first getting to know one another was bring the entirety of your box DVD set of The Anthology to rehearsal and give it to me so I could watch it. I hadn't asked and we hadn't spoken of it. We were just newly introduced. But you said you knew I liked the group, so you brought it from home for me the next day. 

And when, a couple of weeks later, you threw that lovely "cupcakes & cocktails" at your apartment, you wouldn't let anyone change the music from your Beatles playlist and you sat down on the sofa with me and stayed there all night until it was time to go home. And even then, walked me to the basement garage and gave me your GPS device so I could find my way safely back to Bernal Heights. 

It was the beginning of our story. And how well I know, as I feel your celestial presence every day, that it is a never ending one. It is, like you are, eternal. 

With all my love forever.