I wouldn’t like me if I met me.
I’m just so glad he did.
Last Saturday he finally met my father. Oh yes, the sperm cell donor to whom I am eternally half-indebted to (the other half of the eternal debt goes to my mother, the egg cell donor).
Daddy was silent as usual, and he was uncomfortable. I’m glad Daddy and the boys left the house for a few hours so we could get some ‘alone time’. It’s been too long since I’ve seen him. I can’t believe how much I can miss someone, that I am capable of missing someone that much. It sorta makes me feel like I’ve been losing a thumb, or a limb, or a lip, and I got them back when I saw him.
I guess Daddy’s silence means okay. I mean, if he drove him out of the house, that’d be bad, right? So his being quiet is fine. Although very awkward.
CHRISTMAS IS ALMOST HERE!
I can’t believe it too. I feel like a kid again, jumpy and giddy, and very, very eager to hang her socks up.
I have to do some shopping.
