You know that doffy book that starts "it was the best of times it was the worst of times..." yeah some guy named Dickinson wrote it, something about two cities, anyway, yeah life is a lot like that lately. I've had some vague post ideas, but ideas are fleeting and seem mainly concerned with spit up and diaper changes lately.
I can't believe I'm almost 3 months in, yet it feels much longer than 3 months. Weird kind of duality thing going on. I remember right after getting married I would wake up and the thought would cross my mind like the fading memories of a dream, "I'm married". I would have to wake up just a little before that idea seemed real. Now that I'm a few years in I never think "wow, I'm married" instead it feels as if that is the way its always been, as if the time before my wife was some sort of fever dream waiting to break. I really expect even more of that unreality with a baby, but that has not been the case. I never think of it as strange, never really have to remind myself, it just is.
Anything else? Maybe but I need to get to bed... Just felt like hitting pause on a few moments... Maybe next time I'll post up the thoughts I had on David that really interested me - the one's over David as a Dad.
Anyway, next time...
