Today is Michael's real, real birthday. I've spent the national deficit on him in Under Armour and sushi.I also bought him two lacrosse balls, which served as fodder for any number of tasteless jokes. Because my boys are classy.
The fourteenth birthday is the END of the 14th year, and not the beginning. That tall child of mine is embarking upon his 15th year. Freaky.
I worked a ton today, (which is to say, 6 hours),and though lots of things have happened over the past few days, I can think of no glib way to recount the events to you.
Mostly, it's been very busy, and now I want a nap. Except it's bed time, so I want a good night's sleep, on top of a nap. That would be indulgent.
We've had movies, and family get-togethers, and indoor rock climbing.
My favorite part of the weekend was sitting next to Tim in church. Really. In church, he continuously situates himself so that we are touching. He'll put his arm around my shoulders, or hold my hand, or sit with his shoulder and arm pressed against my shoulder and arm. I know it's very young-love-ish. I don't care, though, it's very romantic. I like being romantic in church, because I'm worshiping God and also very aware of Tim, all at the same time. It's too bad there are so many people around us at a time like that.
When you eat too much sushi, the full feeling sneaks up on you. It snuck up on Michael, and he is having loud 14-year-old hiccups in the office here, while waiting for his turn on the computer. He's nothing if not refined.
Don is chuckling about the noises emanating from his brother. He ate too much, too. We would be a very happy fat-family. Both of the boys are thin as a rail, though. How is that possible?
There is nothing further that I can add to this riveting post. My brainwave activity has been radically reduced due to digestion and over-exertion.
I'm going to bed. Michael should be on MySpace in two seconds, flat.
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