The fact that Stella loves when I sing. That no matter how crappy she’s feeling. No matter how badly I forget the lyrics, she just looks up at me adoringly. Imploring me to keep singing. And then she grabs my jugular if I stop. But until that point I just feel like the luckiest, most talented person alive.

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holmes (http://the-holmes.blogspot.com)

2006-09-27T14:58:34.000Z

Oh man, that does rock. And it seems that the sillier and wackier ya get, the more fun they have watching you. It’s funny to think we were all something like that towards our parents at one point, and then we grew up, just like our kids will do. These years are a gift.