Too lazy for a real post, but a few semi-notable items. . .
Please join me in wishing 6F a very happy 17th birthday today. Altho, I don't recall her ever asking my permission to be 17. . . You know what I mean? . . . And the way she looks is WAY beyond compare (considering who her mother is, how could it be otherwise?). . . But you know, 'My heart went boom', when she left Jen's womb, and I held her tiny hand in mine. . .
Rode 32 miles Sunday afternoon in absolutely hellacious wind - 18mph, gusting higher. As I approached the halfway point, I was starting to run out of gas from the exertion of pedalling 16 miles into the gale (note to would-be cyclists - it's always a good idea, when wind will be a factor in your ride, to go out into the wind, and let it push you home; I've done it the other way, and it's brutal). Once I turned the corner, though, the riding got much more pleasant. Over 300 miles for the season already; I'm typically hoping for 200 or so by the end of April (see what a mild winter, and 80-degree March weekends, can do?)
Jen and I saw 'October Baby' last weekend. Inspiring story. Check it out, if you're so inclined. . .
Birth-mom will be visiting for a week, arriving this Friday. It's always great to see her. Such a blessing, that we've built such a close relationship, and that she's fully integrated into our family. Birth-mother reunions don't often go quite as well as ours has. . .
So you'll understand if, from time to time [especially when I look at my wife and our marriage, or the family I was raised in, or the kids that are literally made from Jen and me, or the aforementioned birth-mother reunion, or the rich community life, and the friendships we've made over the years], I sorta shake my head and wonder how it is that I, of all people, have had so many rich, wonderful things in my life. Not that we haven't had any sorrows; we have. Oh, yes, we have. But, next to the blessings, they just look really small. . .
(add, April 25)
In case anyone is interested. . .
Here is a 10-minute clip from a speech by the young woman (okay, she's 35) on whose story October Baby is loosely based. Try telling her that her life isn't worth living. . .