Dillierama

Sunday morning confessional

Alienphobia.  I have an irrational fear of aliens.  I have neither seen a UFO nor have I been abducted.  In fact, I don't really believe that aliens have ever visited our fine planet (yet).  All the same, I have a very real, physical and psychological reaction to the very idea of aliens.  I still can't watch the movie Signs the whole way through with my eyes open.

Sunday morning confessional

Alex watched TV almost all day long yesterday so I could finish reading Life of Pi. 

It was worth it.

Sunday morning confessional

Daily I sneak into Alex's room and watch him nap.  I'll do it in the evenings as well, on the rare occasions he goes to bed before I do.  I find myself in awe of him still, almost two years after his birth.  Surprised at the knowledge that I made him.  That I get to keep him.  I am filled completely to the top with an all consuming love for this tiny little person.  I love him in a way I never thought possible to love another living thing.  It's terrifying.