All the Horrible Girliness

I wish there were a way to show, in one tattoo design, the wonderful time of life I'm going through. I'd get it. I'm thirty, and there's all this wonderfulness and terribleness that goes along with that; there's my husband, with whom I've never felt more secure and comfortable and happy; my son, who is this fun little Curious George guy with bare feet that slap slap slap over my wood floors and gives me sloppy wet kisses; Celeste, the best girlfriend I've ever had, who has taught me more about love than she'll ever know; and my new house. There's also the things I've been doing, like training at Joker's (getting hit in the face is always a learning experience) and going to shows regularly, which has become like church. Or a cleansing. I always feel pleasantly empty after a good concert.

I wish there was a way to record feelings, so I could revisit the day my Bug was born, how it felt to see him for the first time. And how it used to feel to nurse him. How he smiled on accident in his sleep. Pictures and video just don't do it. I guess this is why people have more kids. This longing is biological, and it's why we're still here.

Right now, in the bath, my son is putting spongey numbers and letters in succession on the bath walls. He says each letter: "R... Four... Q... O..." then says, "Car! Car! It's a car, yay!" I don't know if someone spelled "car" for him in sponge letters once and that's what he thinks he's doing, or if it looks like a car to him. Either way, this is my amazing life now, and I love it.

posted by Samus @ 12:11 PM