Tuesday, June 29, 2010
What Not To Do (And...Happy Birthday, My Love)
Do NOT brag about how well you've been sleeping. Don't. Just don't do it.
I did yesterday and I couldn't sleep for shit last night. I woke up approximately every fifteen minutes. I had heartburn. Heartburn! And I have a cold. What? Yes. A cold.
I don't get colds.
I don't know anyone with a cold.
AND IT'S MR. MOON'S BIRTHDAY!
And Owen's coming today. And tonight we're all going to the Mockingbird Cafe to see Jessie and her girl group, the Cicada Ladies, play music and to celebrate Mr. Moon.
So don't brag about your sleeping proficiency, your fine and fancy dreams.
That's my word of advice to the world today.
P.S. Happy birthday, my love. Fifty-six years ago today your mama went to the hospital to have you and the nurse said to her, "You hardly look pregnant. Are you about to deliver a baby MOUSE?" It made your mother cry. She told me.
I wish your mama could see you now. She would be so proud of you. And so would your papa, best man I ever met besides you. They would look at you with eyes of such love that the world might stop spinning for an instant.
I see your mama's pretty eyes in Owen. I see your daddy's long legs in him too.
Owen looks at you with love and in that, your mama and daddy do too.
I believe that.
I believe you're the best thing that ever happened to me. I believe you know that.
You are loved. Happy Birthday.
I am so glad you were born.