It's Sunday night and we're watching the Oscars. Eighteen minutes into it I am supremely underwhelmed. Of course I only saw one film this year, which was "Little Miss Sunshine," and was brilliant. So for everything else I'm just watching for the dresses.
This morning was brilliant. Shane, Nate and I went to my work to break down decorations for a big work fundraiser held last night. Nate loved seeing the eight-foot tall paper lanterns hung in the otherwise sterile clinic where we hold the party. Then we went for a walk around Rushton Park, where Shane and I used to walk with F. Scott, read the New York Times and drink coffee. Don't think we ever imagined pushing a Macleran stroler around the park, navigating it into its scooped bowl shape and pushing our little boy on a swing for the first time. But this is what we did on this nearly spring day, with the pink blossomed trees opening. I also took Nate for his first trip down a slide, which was thrilling for both of us.
Life is so good when Nate, with his baby teeth and infectious laugh, discovers a new joy.
"I was born before my father, and my children before me/ And we are born, and born again/ Like the waves of the sea." -- Paul Simon