Hello Blogging World,
It's 11:49 p.m. as I start this blog. In 11 minutes, June 19th will come storming into my life once again. 34 years old...GEEZ...
This IS NOT an invitation for all you folks who really didn't know it was my birthday to send me false, fake, or funny B-day wishes...keep them to yourselves!
Again, my baby girl is showing me what really matters in life. (I"m 8 minutes from June 19th now).
She jumped up on the bed yesterday at 8:32 precisely. The NBA playoff game was on. I was really pulling for the Celtics. Not so much as that I'm a Celtic fan, but that I REALLY loathe the Lakers. She has NO CLUE that the 6th and final game of the NBA season is taking place. To her, she just wanted dad. No time like the present. She just hung out with me. She laughed. She squirmed. She climbed all over me like I was the new playground in town. All the while, my show is on. I found myself really caring less and less about that game. All that mattered was that one of the two most beautiful girls in the world wanted my attention. Baby, you got it! She wanted to stay on the bed with me until exactly 8:49. That is 17 minutes that I can never replace.
And trust me, it was time well spent. The Celtics championship will be talked about for a few days and then will be forgotten. It will only appear in historical highlights. By next week, baseball, football, and even the next NBA season will be the topic. But you know, that time with my daughter was just heaven and will always be with me. Not even the Cowboys (and thats saying A LOT) would detour me from the unconditional love Carrigan has for me. That's God-like!
It's now 12:00 a.m....Happy B-Day to me. Happy B-Day to me. Happy B-Day dear Jeffery. Happy B-Day to me. :)
Love you my friends!
jEFF m
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