friday

Very few times I have had the extraordinary feeling of love and happiness. So utterly carefree that I could crash my car, get killed, and die happy. I remember it happened when I was in the car coming back from Florida listening to music, and once when I was in the car with the windows rolled down during Autumn with coffee and the heat on. I laughed, and in the pit of my stomach I had a hand squeezing my insides in such a happy tight knot. I was happy where I was, I was happy how blessed I was in my life. I didn't care about work, and how much it sucked. I didn't care about all the stuff thats been going on with Chelsey and I. I didn't even care if I'd end up ever in love. All I knew, was that I was.

I was watching as the grown ups talked about work today, at this going away party. The only stirring in the crowd were the kids. So carefree, so happy, so uninterested in what we were doing. Why don't we focus on kids more?