Therapeutic Rambling

This is an attempt to make sense of my life and order of my cluttered mind. It is also intended to be a journal of no particular interest to anyone, a record of events and non-events that occur in my life.

Friday, November 05, 2004

Forever

Jack says to me the other night:

"Hey, mom, who will be my mommy when I grow up?"

"I will," I said. "I will always be your mommy."

"What about my dad?" he asks. "Who will be my dad when I grow up?"

"Daddy will." I replied.

"Wow. Forever?" he said.

"Yep, little buddy," I said. "Daddy will always be your dad and I will always be your mom."

What a gift.