At first, it was just the two of us living in wedded bliss. The house was quiet, the furniture was whole, the evenings were ours. The people on the other end of the telephone actually wanted to speak to us. We knew not of purple dinosaurs nor pineapples under the sea. Laundry was done once a week and 10 o'clock was not considered staying up late. And so it continued for several years until once upon a Valentine's Day we accidentally drank out of the same cup.
It was the beginning of a journey so fantastic, so incredible that small dogs and children would hide and mere mortals would tremble at it's very mention. And now here we are nearly eleven years later. Three boys that are the center of an amazing family. None of this is fabricated...I could never hope to be that clever. Laugh, cry, sing, dance...whatever inclination strikes you but above all, enjoy. This is my life. This is how to speak boy.
