A Taste of Buttercream Frosting

On January 26, 2023 By Baydreamer - Lauren ScottIn Poetry68 Comments

When our eyes meet, love still lingers...
a love that has navigated its way
to this very moment. The breath of a
gentle summer breeze carried us
over hills seemingly too huge to bear.
Stunning, good-night hues painted
our evenings, and golden shades
offered morning greetings.
With fingers laced, our connection,
now deeper than that first kiss,
and as sweet
as the taste of buttercream frosting.
And so, our dance continues,
for it is written in the clouds,
over the horizon,
within the glorious shades of the future.

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
A reposting/revision of an oldie following the celebration
of our 34th wedding anniversary. (1/21/89) ❤️

The World Travelers

On February 28, 2022 By Baydreamer - Lauren ScottIn Poetry34 Comments

In those early years
when possibilities
lined up on their doorstep,
they saw themselves
roaming streets of Italy,
savoring pasta,
sipping Frappato.
They saw themselves
walking streets of France
in a cloud of romance.
They saw themselves
driving roads of Ireland
flanked by lush green
countryside.
But over time, they learned
plans can be navigated
only so far
before life takes the wheel.
They haven’t sipped Frappato
or walked warmly
in that cloud,
and they haven’t
witnessed
that countryside…yet.
But over mountains,
through down pours
and gusty winds,
and days when
sherbet-colored skies
lifted their spirits,
their fingers remained
intertwined.
Not only has love
in their hearts prevailed,
but cravings still carbonated
for each other’s company.
It seems they have traveled
the trip of a lifetime.

Buttercream Frosting

On June 12, 2018June 12, 2018 By Baydreamer - Lauren ScottIn Poetry35 Comments

When he looks at me, I still see the love
felt in the beginning. There was no doubt
our union would navigate its way to this
very moment. The breath of a gentle summer
breeze carried us this far over hills that seemed
too huge to bear. With fingers laced, we watched
stunning, good-night hues paint the evenings,
and warm, golden shades offer morning greetings.
Our connection, deeper than that first kiss in
December, remains solid and beautiful as a silver
rock kissed by the sun, sparkling on the shoreline.
This emotion toggling between the two of us feels
like the taste of buttercream frosting. Unbelievably
wonderful to savor endlessly. And so, our dance
continues, for it is written in the clouds, over the
horizon, within the glorious colors of the future.

The End and the Beginning

On September 20, 2015September 20, 2015 By Baydreamer - Lauren ScottIn Discussion, Poetry35 Comments

How can we part this way
after all the things you said?
Your words were gold and shiny,
now our love is but a thread
of loneliness and heartache
and all sad words we know,
I gave everything of me
to you; my love was bestowed

Isn’t it mysterious how relationships end when we believe all is wonderful? Whether they’re made of romance or friendship, the outcome is the same. Our emotions are activated in heart-tugging manners, questions form, and our minds are baffled. We tried our best to contribute fairly in all that is required to keep a relationship stable. We felt comfortable enough to remove the mask and be ourselves without fear of judgment.

Many factors contribute to broken relationships as J.K. Rowling points out: “Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.” We need to show up, we have to participate, and we must communicate. So what happens then when two people part? Where do they go emotionally? Is it just as hard when two friends separate than when two lovers do? More is invested into a romantic relationship because of the physical connection; however, in both cases, there is loss, which is difficult regardless of the details.

One can wade in self pity, spend many moments crying, wondering what went wrong, and all of this is fine. Yet, how much time should be spent on over analyzing? Each break up is different because of its content, but as long as we don’t strive to swim a marathon in those tears, a little bit of emotional cleansing is healthy. Then it’s time to move forward; Steve Maraboli says it well: “Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.”

When these events arrive in our lives, they are another step in the growing up phase, and age bears no relevance. Let us be aware, give in to the hurt, and then carry on into a new beginning.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about past relationships, after reuniting with a girlfriend from many years ago. It was interesting to write on this topic and if any of you are experiencing a break-up, romantic or friendship, I hope my words are inspirational for your future. I also wish you much happiness, with few tears and heartaches, and I’m always grateful for your visits! Sending virtual hugs and love! Lauren ♥

Free-Falling

On April 20, 2014 By Baydreamer - Lauren ScottIn Poetry19 Comments

The edge is inches away
One more step would be easy
Is your heart ready to fall
into forever and loyalty?

A soft landing is predicted
but there is no guarantee
bumps won’t occur with the
need for Band-Aids and Chablis

Persuasion is not my style
I want you to want me
So with endless devotion
will you help nurture our journey?

I see you in my tomorrows
and everything in between
Let’s take a leap of faith
with an everlasting warranty

Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: My Daughter ♥

“Love Lives On” – My Dad’s Story ♥

On April 7, 2013April 7, 2013 By Baydreamer - Lauren ScottIn Dedications, Family, Life, Romantic46 Comments

“A perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other.”
(quote from Google)

My sisters and I received the email below from my Dad three days ago. He has always shared these special memories of his time with Mom over the years. Now that it’s been a year since she passed away, the memories hold more meaning. When I read this, I was teary-eyed, thinking how remarkable, that in my parent’s life together, love and commitment truly did last a life time. As in any relationship, there were tough times, but they worked through them. Mom was 90 when she died and though he misses her more than anything, my Dad is still going strong and driving at 93!

They were about to celebrate their 67th wedding anniversary when she passed away. Before you read my Dad’s email, I’ll share a little bit of “back story.” Dad was in the Air Force and they met on a blind date in June 1941. Then they saw each other again in October. He was planning for another leave in December 1941, but with the bombing of Pearl Harbor, all leaves were canceled. As a result, they didn’t see each other again until April 1942, when Dad proposed (you’ll read this in his email). During all this time, they corresponded through letters. In June 1942, Mom took the train and visited Dad, then in July, he went overseas for 3 years. Again, they corresponded through letter writing for the entire 3 years he was gone and Mom waited for him to come home.

They were married in February 1945, when Dad returned and they had only 10 days to plan the wedding.

“Good Morning,

I woke up this morning thinking about this day 71 years ago; I was 22 and Mom was 20. My Mother and I went downtown to Bloedel’s Jewelry store. There I picked and bought a diamond solitaire for your Mother.It was a Saturday and I was home from Selfridge Field on a three day pass. Mom was working at the bank and it was open a half a day. After buying the ring, my Mother went back home and I walked across the street to pick up Mom. We were both in good spirits (me especially) because I knew something she did not know.

We had lunch at the Empire Grill & Bar, and when Mom excused herself to go to the restroom, I placed the ring box at her setting. When she came back, and I told her that I wanted her to be my wife, she opened the box and we both cried. Mom held up her hand so that all in the grill room could see, and there was applause and more applause.When we left the Empire, we went back to Mom’s house to break the news, and the next day, Sunday, we had dinner with my Mother and Dad.So this was truly the beginning of our relationship (aside from our blind date), and even with ups and downs, we made it thru the years. and as it says on Mom’s grave marker, “Love Lives On.”

Love always, Dad”

Photo: Mom and Dad on their wedding day, February 24, 1945

“Is this so rare, a marriage forever
67 years of best friends to each other
Pour in the crystal and sip the wine
for this can only happen Once in a Lifetime“

©LScott 2013

I don’t believe that true love can be found only once,
but this is one example that love can be eternal.
I hope you enjoyed this love story. ♥

Baydreamer ~ Lauren Scott

Tag: Commitment