Quest for Cognizance

We are kind-of, sort-of, maybe, for the most part getting into some sort of routine with Max home.

The last few mornings I've found myself taking our son downstairs somewhere between 7 and 9 A.M. so Annie can get some well deserved rest. She does most of the 3rd shift work while I snore the night away.

So I sit here on the couch, after feeding my son his morning bottle and changing his diaper (diaper changing is a another story entirely), watching him sleep off his "milk-drunk" next to me and am finding it hard to comprehend how we got here.

Wasn't it just yesterday my high school friends and I were carelessly cavorting on the lake, dragged behind our parents speedboats either on skis or some other contraption found in the back of somebody's old shed?

Wasn't it just yesterday my best buds and I were traveling all over lower, and now and then upper, Michigan playing rock-band gigs in one form or another, hoping Dave's van would get us there and back home without breaking down? (which eventually happened)

Wasn't it just yesterday I couldn't take my eyes off my best friend's cousin at a New Years party and then find the courage to ask her out?

I guess it all came out alright. I have a beautiful wife, a beautiful son, live in a fixer-up house on a decent piece of property, we both have jobs and a couple of dogs we can vent at or wrestle with when needed. We both have great families for all the support we need.

Damn. THIS is life.