last night

i meant to go to bed early.

but, i ended up laughing with a friend, reminiscing about a time gone by, and a time that’s still growing up in front of us. we snorted about how some people have moved on, how angry we’ve been with each other, how well we know each other, and how very funny it is that a little person seems to be the combo of the two of us.

in all the shit, the hell of joint parenting, sometimes over swords, sometimes over coffee…i remember we have the brightest, funniest history. and i am thankful, even though we regularly piss each other off (and it’s always, like it has been all our lives, since we were infants, thanks to someone else’s intrusion), i know i am thankful that Cam has her dad. And that, we, somehow, have a funny, sometimes jarringly brilliant, sometimes horribly real, history to regale our daughter with.

So, strangely, today’s blogpost is for Cam’s dad. You piss me off sometimes. I piss you off sometimes. We’ve always done this. You’re proud of me. I’m proud of you. We’ve always done this. You’re disappointed in me. I’m disappointed in you. We’ve always done this. It’s raining in our lives. The sun is shining. and the weather is sometimes sweet.

I dedicate today’s blogpost to you.

Our romantic love for each other well extinguished. Our friendship, sometimes strained but then, it always was in some way, due to an external circumstance. Our mutual love for our daughter.

To the amazing history we have together, and to the nearly-five-year old future, that makes us smile.

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