Dear Bono:
I had that dream again last night. You know, the one where I am at your concert, you see me in the crowd, and then you pull me on stage. We sing a duet - I am just fabulous, you are Irish and the crowd loves us both. Of course, that's because this is my dream. (In the reality version, we're both Irish, you sing fabulously, and I can't get my voice out - or at least I imagine that's how it would be.)
After the concert, you come over to my house and my husband and I make you and the boys a fabulous meal. You're all tired, and you love the home cooked meal. My kids love the duet you sing with mommy - and the fact that you have met Mickey Mouse is really impressive to them.
Of course, as with most dreams, I wake up. I have a smile on my face.
Someday, maybe we will meet.
Until then, I'll just write to you here.
3 comments:
Oh, we just looove Bono. ;-)
When you meet Bono, say hi for me.
Yes, me loves Bono, too. But not just because he's handsome. I think he has a really good soul and I love that he is so committed to his faith and his family and his ideals.
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