Monday, July 27, 2009

This little ring

Familiarity breeds contempt - and children.
-Twain, Mark (Samuel Clemens)

When daddy was a little boy...

Autumn likes to ask me about my ring. Every time she thinks of it, she'll start quizzing me with times I might take it off.
"Do you take your ring off in the Shower, Daddy?"
"Do you take it off when you go to bed?"
"Do you take it off when you wash your hands?"

Today she wanted to know if I wore my ring when I was a little boy. I told her that I didn't have a ring when I was a little boy. I only got this ring after I met Mummy. Mummy helped me pick it out. I said that Mummy has one just like it.

I don't understand how life can feel so complete and unfulfilled at the same time.

All I can fathom is - right mate, wrong time.
-len

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