I've been listening to nothing but The National on repeat for the last hour, with the occasional cough from Faith's room. The dry air in our house may just kill us all.
At this point winter can go fuck itself. I'm so ready for summer, and I don't care if it brings a heat hotter than 10,000 suns with it. I'll welcome it with open arms like a lost lover. Yes, summer heat. Cover me with your warmth. Burn my flesh with your rays. Make me sweat. Dominate me.
I'm convinced that my overload of emotions lately has everything to do with the fact that NBC took Parenthood away from me and I no longer get my weekly cry in. This blog post started to be a "things that made me cry recently" lump of patheticness...seriously.
Instead I'm here to let you know that I had a wave of euphoria tonight while cooking dinner. I was there, standing in my kitchen. I had Weezer playing on our record player, as all good kids from the class of '98 do, and all else was quiet. The kids were doing their homework. Cory was reading. I looked around me and thought I can't believe this is my life. These beautiful, brilliant kids. That caring, wonderful man. This is my life.
I didn't think about the floors throughout our house that need to be replaced. I didn't think about the three 5 gallon buckets of paint waiting for me to finally use to freshen up our house. I didn't think about the constant financial stress or concern over jobs, master's degrees, or other stupid shit that's been worrying us for the past few months. In that moment I reached nirvana, even if it was just for a moment.
Life is made of all these moments, right? Some feel smaller and insignificant, like sitting in the car line to pick up the kids. Others feel huge and important, like the first time I held Cory's hand. Tonight felt like a moment to remember.
So here it is, documentation that it happened. Remember, V. Remember these little ripples in the water that help to carry you along. They're important.