Maybe I was a little harsh…
Amityville? Maybe.
Deranged husband? Not so nice.
Especially when he left little sticky notes around the house saying things like “Write. Read. Garden. Relax.” Now I’m a real schmuck.
In other words, I am sitting in the glider brought from Silas’ room to our room watching our son asleep in our bed. (It was Daddy night as I was off performing in my first improv show in months.) He’s gorgeous and it is hard to imagine that he once lived inside my body. Plus, he’s such a ball of peace when he’s sleeping. 
My improv show went well. I’m tired. I really just wanted to state my, uh, apology, and make sure I was on my blog today. Off to a novel and some beddie bye…
April 26th, 2009 at 9:17 pm
he really is gorgeous. i saw the easter pix your mom had today. he’s the perfect combination of you and paul. i can’t wait to see him, and his bloke parents, too.
i thought you were going to offer the apology to the other bolyn girl.
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