remember to blog the happy things
Mon Jun 16 12:05:00 CDT 2008
I need to remember the bright spots, few as they are in my current dark times.
This morning, I dreamed he was crying from far away. I jumped out of bed and into the living room. He was already working on juice and breakfast. I went back to bed, rolled and stretched, showered the poison ivy some more, got dressed and stepped back into the livingroom. He was in his room and jumped up to the gate, signed enthusiastically "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!". He makes the sign with his index finger instead of the 5-hand with thumb at the temple. This has the effect of a pun, shouting "Think! Think!" or "you're not all here, are you!"
I'm thinkin' as hard as I can, son! I am! I am!