There’s this old song sung by the late crooner, Dino Crocetti aka Dean Martin titled: ‘THAT’S AMORE!’ Every time something happy in my life occurs, I sing that song to myself. It is a happy song that is a crowd favorite in the old days at weddings.
Soon I fly off to Burbank and see two of the most beautiful grandchildren God ever gave anyone. Darby Shea and Robert Courtney will be in my sights and grasps and I will do everything I can to enjoy that time with them.
I’m sure I’m not the only grandparent who feels this way about their grandchildren, and rightly so, they should. What joy it brings to me to see them. What a wonderful sound I will hear: “Grandpa”
There is something special about these two grandchildren that everyone is aware of, but I try to suppress that sadness and embrace the joy. It is one of life’s hardest lessons, to embrace what you can and make the best of things. They teach one to put one foot in front of the other, continue to smell the flowers and embrace tomorrow’s hope with today’s passion for that which you love.
Grandchildren are the only gift a child of yours can give you aside from their love. Grandchildren assure you that on the way out, you will be leaving a legacy to mankind and beautiful and wondrous link back to your grandparents and the love they must have experienced for you.
So, sing along with me…
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That's Amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's Amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita Bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That's Amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's Amore
(When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That's Amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's Amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita Bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That's Amore
(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That's Amore
Lucky fella
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That's Amore
(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That's Amore, (amore)
That's Amore
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