House is quiet
Quiet is great when everyone is asleep but not so much when they are away.
Quiet is great when everyone is asleep but not so much when they are away.
I became a dad in a single moment, but thank goodness I do not yet need to explain what boys really want.
Sarah discovered that my hosting provider supports WordPress and remade our family blog using it.
This prompted me to do the same, and I even managed to import my b2 blog posts by upgrading b2 to b2evolve and editing the display templates to display the posts in Movable Type format, which WordPress then imported.
I continue to be amazed at how much my life is shaped by my wife. I have a dog, a house, a daughter and a much improved web presence.
We were sitting in the Pittsburgh airport on seats beside the counter, flipping through separate magazines. At the same moment, each of us raised an arm to wrap ’round the other, bumping elbows and wrists. We laughed long and settled back into our reading with contented smiles.
When I was twenty-eight, I met Sarah, and the rest of my life began.
At my wedding, my brother Christopher delivered the most impressive best-man toast I have ever heard, shoulders wide, eyes shining, big smile and a speech that made everyone happy. We laughed and we sighed, and I’ve never seen my father beam so.
He said that I was happy. And I am happy. So many things that would stress me to dread seem dulled by the happy progress of life.
And I realize after living with him for a year, that I will miss him.
It’s Saturday.
Next weekend is Easter.
The next weekend is our wedding.
The important things are scheduled.
The more important little things are coming together.
The less important little things aren’t really that important.
I’M GETTING MARRIED!
My extended family saw this coming two years ago, right after meeting Sarah. Their love grew from “We all like her” to “I think an October wedding would be nice” over several hours on a roof-top afternoon in Brooklyn.
From then to now have been the happiest days of my life.
And this is all just beginning . . .