at this blogging thing. I think about writing a lot, but then it’s 8:30 and B has gone to sleep and I barely have enough energy left to get up the stairs and into bed, much less type (or sometimes speak) coherent sentences. Last night I filled out my March Madness bracket and made some…err… interesting choices. In other words, I’ve only gotten three games right today because I made random choices like Princeton winning into the third round?
Today is St. Patrick’s Day, which I know to ordinary people who don’t own an infant is a holiday based on how much alcohol one can manage to down in a twenty-four hour period. Around here it’s a little more important than that, however. Six years ago tonight I met Tim at Rhino in Georgetown. And no one thought for one second that we’d be here six years later, exhausted beyond belief together with the greatest little boy to keep us laughing every single day.
It’d be next to impossible to recap these last six years in any sort of thing someone besides me would read, so we’ll leave it at this: we’ve been through a hell of a lot together, and I’m really glad that he’s been there through it with me, even though I sometimes act differently.
What it really comes down to is, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather snap at at 3:00 in the morning when I can’t find a pacifier. And that, my friends, is true love.
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