Just Another Day in Paradise

Have you ever heard this song from Phil Vassar?

Kids screaming, phone ringing, dog barking at the mailman bringing
that stack of bills that are overdue. Good morning baby how are you?
Got a half hour, quick shower. Take a drink of the milk, but the milks
gone sour. My funny face makes you laugh. Twist the top on and I put
it back. There goes the washing machine, baby don't kick it. I promise
I'll fix it, along with a million other things.

(Something is wrong with the pool and it's GREEN)
It's ok, so nice, just another day in paradise. Well there's no place
I'd rather be. Well it's two hearts, one dream, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
And I ask the Lord everynight, for just another day in paradise.

(baby food everywhere- the girls fed her too much food while I was cleaning up, and after I've mopped and cleaned)
Friday, you're late. I guess we'll never make it to our dinner date. At the
restaurant you start to cry. Baby, we'll just improvise. Plan B, it's looks like
Domino's pizza in the candle light. Then we'll tippy toe to our room and make
a little love that's overdue, but somebody had a bad dream. Mama and daddy, can me and my teddy come in to sleep in between?

(Ava wrote on our coffee table this morning and I haven't been able to get it clean- might be doing some painting this week)
It's ok, so nice, just another day in paradise. Well there's no place
I'd rather be. Well it's two hearts, one dream, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
And I ask the Lord everynight, for just another day in paradise.


I forget SO many times that my life truly is a paradise. I am so blessed and fortunate. There IS NO place I'd rather be. I need to remember to thank the Lord, EVERYNIGHT, for just another day in paradise.