3:01 PM PST - Mar. 05, 2004
so i write this to my wife as if i remember this moment before i drive off to the store to pick up a wedge of parmesan and the noodles we want for dinner. that i am of all March days thinking of where we are now in our life, in our 30s, and the boy who is every part our waking as his fingers are in our hair or the water we drink, and yes i go to my car each day and try not to dream as much but focus on the getting home, the being there, because really for me, for my life now it is my wife and he, where my day ends and my life begins and sure for many that may be so easy to write and say but how many realize such and will it all into being at 3:30 in the afternoon
