Not that I'm getting old or anything but in memory of someone turning 34 today I got:
A trip to Sydney next weekend;
A DVD about babies and beer called Being Dad;
A card from beloved that nearly made me bawl;
Everything is Illuminated by Safran Foer, which I nominated in my previous post as the book I'm meaning to read (and which is going to inspire me to write the novel;
Child of the Revolution by Luis Garcia, about growing up in Castro's Cuba; and
A Ben Sherman shirt; a-and
More nice cards!
Last night I went to bed depressed, having worried a bit too much through the day about my career. Really, my contract runs out in a week and a half and I have a baby on the way, what's to stress about?
This morning I am reminded of why I love life. It's like the breathe meme below has manifested itself all around me; my wife, bringing me coffee in bed, her loving words in my card, the thoughtful pressies from her and from family... and now my cats are around me, little minh-minh keeps following me around the house with a little torn piece of paper she's found, we're playing fetch (both my cats play fetch, did I mention that? I'm a proud dad!), they both keep rubbing up against my feet or climbing on the desk and peering at me from behind the monitor.
I feel loved. It's all I could ever ask of the world. Top of the morning to y'all.
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