Once upon a time, there was this baby. An adorably chubby, blond haired, blue eyed, chunk of baby.
Who became this tuba playing...
Gang sign throwing....
silly mood sharing
kid with a wacky, crazy, slighty off kilter sense of humor, a wickedly sharp mind, an insatiatable thirst for knowledge, especially in science and technology.
It's been a rough year for us, and the past few weeks have knocked me completely off sync. I'm chasing my own butt most days, constantly running from one action/reaction/activity/crisis/doctor appt/therapy to another. Today was Gabe's birthday, and I celebrated it with an outpatient procedure for my father in law that was more difficult and time consuming than I had planned, and several things that ultimately conspired to send me running amuck without a brain -
and my daughter had to make his birthday cake
and we lit the candles and sang happy birthday and ate cake at 9 p.m.
Life, man. Life. It sucks and it's tough and it's brutal and it's beautiful and it's not what I ever thought it would be and