If I stop believing in you, do you cease to exist? Think about that.
My tiny granddaughter locks eyes with me, and knows my soul, and I hers, and she smiles. She stares into my eyes a lot longer than a 10 month old should have an ability to. She holds my gaze, and I hers.
Has it really been 10 months since I went up and saw her on the day she was born? When I put my finger into her newborn palm, and she jerked, and then turned and looked straight into my eyes? They're not supposed to see at that age.
Her Mother has turned into such a woman. A real woman, and a great Parent. I have known girls that were forty years old. You do know that the wife gave birth to Nat when she was over 40, right? And Nat is perfect.
This weekend, after the wedding, the wife went to dinner with the kids and my uncle (my Dad's only and oldest brother) and my gorgeous, elegant Aunt...gosh, it is nice to have relatives you like, love, and adore, rather then the control freaks drunks, and psychopaths that comprise the rest of my family.
Anyway, I have no horror stories in me, right now. I started watching the movie 'Ghost Ship' last night, but it was so scary, I gave up on it an hour in. There are enough whispers and sly footsteps around my house right now, as it is.
Well, Happy Monday. See you later.