oh, the glory!

The first Monday in March is Casimir Pulaski Day.
Sufjan Stevens (who sings my soul) wrote a song called Casimir Pulaski Day.

This is our tribute that has been in the making for the past three days:

and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And drove his car to the

In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at

We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at

In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning,

When your father found out what we did that night
Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and

And you told me not to follow you.

Sunday night when

I find the card where you wrote it out

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied

In the morning when you finally go

And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade

I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

Note: We really wanted to kiss someone on the mouth and cause complications they could live without, but, well, we're a little bit chicken.

Though, we did have the guts to ask an almost stranger to pose with us in his living room.

And to get up at 5:30am to sit at the top of the stairs.

Basically all the credit goes to E.

And I adore Melanie, for going along with us, despite hearing the song for the first time just a day prior to the magic.