Dear Spike:
I finished our taxes — and with 22 hours to spare, no less.
After all was said and done, our little family ended up still owing Uncle Sam $450, while Uncle Zion owes us about $250. That's not quite the wash I was hoping for, but after itemizing everything short of the cat (Damn it! I forgot to itemize the cat!) I suppose it's simply as good as we're going to do this year.
It was a busy day for me, and between jousting with the IRS and trying to figure out why an F-16 pilot shot at a couple of soldiers at the local bombing range, you and I didn't get much time together today. I doubt you noticed — or cared — though, because your mom had the day off and took you to a baseball game, and it seems to me that you two had a really good time together.
But even though I've been rooting for you to get a full night's sleep for a long, long time, I'm also sort of hoping that tonight's not the night. I miss you and, if you wake up, I'll have a nice excuse to hold you and rock you to sleep (and then maybe hold you just a bit longer before I put you down again.)
Life sometimes gets in the way of the things that we like best. So, when we can, it's good to have a few moments to put things back in order.
Love,
dad
1 comment:
I love that you look forward to being up half the night with your child.
And I might add that I find it a little disturbing when you use the phrase "the local bombing range", perhaps even more than the fact that soldiers were shooting at each other.
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