Apr. 1st, 2007
One thing...
Apr. 1st, 2007 11:55 pmIt's really late, I'm really tired, and I'll write more about the Wii tomorrow.
But there's one thing that I've been meaning to write down, but kept forgetting to - and this is something I don't want to forget.
A few days ago Teri and I were putting Sebastian to bed. All three of us were on his bed, with Sebastian in the middle; I was going to read a book to him. In the process (I think we were waiting for Teri to get settled) I found myself with my arms folded and my head very near to Sebastian's. His arms were folded too. And we were both grinning like maniacs. We were eye to eye, and it was one of those moments when we were on the exact same wavelength.
"Why are you smiling?" Teri asked.
"I'm happy. I don't know why - I just am!"
And Sebastian added "Me too!".
Moments like that are what make life worthwhile. They're a precious cargo I want to carry with me forever. Suddenly, LiveJournal makes more sense to me: it helps me remember those moments.
Sappy? Yeah. So what?
But there's one thing that I've been meaning to write down, but kept forgetting to - and this is something I don't want to forget.
A few days ago Teri and I were putting Sebastian to bed. All three of us were on his bed, with Sebastian in the middle; I was going to read a book to him. In the process (I think we were waiting for Teri to get settled) I found myself with my arms folded and my head very near to Sebastian's. His arms were folded too. And we were both grinning like maniacs. We were eye to eye, and it was one of those moments when we were on the exact same wavelength.
"Why are you smiling?" Teri asked.
"I'm happy. I don't know why - I just am!"
And Sebastian added "Me too!".
Moments like that are what make life worthwhile. They're a precious cargo I want to carry with me forever. Suddenly, LiveJournal makes more sense to me: it helps me remember those moments.
Sappy? Yeah. So what?
One thing...
Apr. 1st, 2007 11:55 pmIt's really late, I'm really tired, and I'll write more about the Wii tomorrow.
But there's one thing that I've been meaning to write down, but kept forgetting to - and this is something I don't want to forget.
A few days ago Teri and I were putting Sebastian to bed. All three of us were on his bed, with Sebastian in the middle; I was going to read a book to him. In the process (I think we were waiting for Teri to get settled) I found myself with my arms folded and my head very near to Sebastian's. His arms were folded too. And we were both grinning like maniacs. We were eye to eye, and it was one of those moments when we were on the exact same wavelength.
"Why are you smiling?" Teri asked.
"I'm happy. I don't know why - I just am!"
And Sebastian added "Me too!".
Moments like that are what make life worthwhile. They're a precious cargo I want to carry with me forever. Suddenly, LiveJournal makes more sense to me: it helps me remember those moments.
Sappy? Yeah. So what?
But there's one thing that I've been meaning to write down, but kept forgetting to - and this is something I don't want to forget.
A few days ago Teri and I were putting Sebastian to bed. All three of us were on his bed, with Sebastian in the middle; I was going to read a book to him. In the process (I think we were waiting for Teri to get settled) I found myself with my arms folded and my head very near to Sebastian's. His arms were folded too. And we were both grinning like maniacs. We were eye to eye, and it was one of those moments when we were on the exact same wavelength.
"Why are you smiling?" Teri asked.
"I'm happy. I don't know why - I just am!"
And Sebastian added "Me too!".
Moments like that are what make life worthwhile. They're a precious cargo I want to carry with me forever. Suddenly, LiveJournal makes more sense to me: it helps me remember those moments.
Sappy? Yeah. So what?