Only you

can make of this world believe...

I have the pleasure of knowing a sweet life. Loved ones, best friends, and guest appearances that sway and intersect in a speechless sort of way. I am blessed.

Sophia Jane is almost ten months old tomorrow. She is smart and free. I am luck-filled.
Cherry flavored regrets folks, cherry flavored regrets.

Sophia Sat Morn Marathon

Certain things

They say there are certain signs. Signals to avoid. Times when one should drop, turn, and run. Today was full of said signs. Blarring red and hot to the touch. I've been ill. I've been disabled and have not left the house in a number of days you see. Just Sophia and I rocking out, taking in the fluids, and watching the GG. Not to exciting, not to eventful and signal-free. Till today. Today my father re-met my mother for the first time in 13 years. He just showed up. She made me soup and we were basking in how I would never really get better, and how she would just need to move in with her soup, and how those turtle commercials just crack us up moreso than the cavemen, and blah blah blah. And then, knock knock, there he was. In all of his huge abandon my children-re-enter-their-lives Glory. I think my mom almost passed out while I searched my pockets for something to drop. I'm sure when the shock runs thin this will be the start of something great. A new road. Till then I'm laughing it off and looking forward to that run.