7:14 AM PDT - Jun. 08, 2004
i wrote an entry yesterday about getting up, waking, wondering whether i know what my real place is and how i found wisdom again through my son. but of course, i lost it in the wonder that is Diaryland. then this morning i got up, my wife had stirred a little because my son had gotten up and decided that he simply wanted to go back to sleep again, so i showered and dressed in the generic jeans and whatever is clean motif, and kissed my wife good day and of course i had to look at my son and how i keep thinking he is heavier everyday even though he isn't, and how his feet seem bigger and his brain is a bathtub filled with toys and it never fills and how when he stirs i pat his chest and tell him daddy's here, daddy's still here even though when he eventually wakes i will not.
