11:14 PM - Jan. 10, 2004
at my nephew's party my son met his twin uncles. well, not really uncles. they are my cousins but i told my son to call them uncle just the same. he was fascinated looking at them. they are 13 years old and still mirrors if they didn't speak. one is soft-spoken, appreciates poetry and quiet, the other wants to hit and win and play football. yet each took my son's hand and swung him like a pendulum and my aunt was amazed that they would even take interest. but after ten minutes my son came back to me, and the park for some reason was quite empty. weird too, since it was 72 degrees, sunny, and the sky was very blue for Los Angeles. i gave him my football and he licked the laces before he heard the squeak of the swings. he ran. i ran. we ran. we found an empty one and he sat on my lap and we swung for awhile. he giggled. i just talked about the day, the sky, my worries on being his father. to be one and to sit on your father's lap and swing. after awhile i got quiet and we just kept ourselves there. we missed the cake-cutting. i know i'm rambling. i just don't know how to convey how great that moment was. that now this boy of mine is asleep and i want to stay up late and watch him sleep and think wow, this is my boy. he is my life.
