Coincidence or Karma...?
As I type this my wife and beeb are sleeping on our pathetic decade old futon and some weird English bloke is on the tube pronouncing garage as "gay-raaahj"...it's wildly distracting.
Just settled in to an evening of Josh Rouse (do yourself a favour) and a Cab-Merlot blend to go with an intermittently contented and pissed off funster when I discovered this beauty:
It was the most pleasant of surprises to find out that Zoey shares a birthday with little Emelia, my once and always in some way, shape and form, best friend's daughter. She turned two just as Zoey turned...uhmmm, present and accounted for and I couldn't be more giggled about it all.
At one point in my life my social and emotional satellites all orbited around the Teeter household, and in a beauty exchange John's Mom recalls June as being the coolest of kids (Mama Teets was my hometown's most famous and popular kindergarden teacher) and the only one in her lengthy career in a classroom that she remembers bringing sushi for lunch in 1983 at the precious age of cinq. Beauty memory I think.
Anyway...just one more confirmation that our lives are touched by magic. That sounds dumb but too bad, I like the notion. I never see John anymore, and haven't for a long time but I love him nonetheless and shake my head at the notion of our daughters being born on the same day. Now we share more than just an uncomfortable strain in our shorts every time we see the water bottle scene in "Youngblood."