sunshine day.

It doesn't matter that it was cold and cloudy and windy today, every day that Henry comes home to me is a sunshine day.  It was the first time since he left that I stopped obsessively checking my bracket ranking.  We played outside for a few minutes and got his two favorite trucks, tanker and flat bed, all muddy and then we went inside so he could give them a bath in his new favorite place to play, the bathroom sink.  We caught up on singing songs together and watched a little bit of mice, AKA Cinderella, before he went to bed. 

Earlier I had lunch with a friend and as I was walking to my car, I ran into some friends that I haven't seen since before I left the Lansing area a million years ago.  They asked me if I still live in Grand Rapids because that was where I was moving to the last time we were in contact.  Crazy.  So much has happened since that time in my life but here I am.  In the parking lot of a restaurant in East Lansing.  It felt like I am back where I started and I felt a little sad.

But then Henry came home and I realized that even though this wasn't what I planned, nor really what I wanted, this is exactly where I, we, need to be.  Home.  Home is with family.  I am home when I am with Henry.   I wouldn't want it any other way.

About that bracket ranking, I'm no longer in the shitter but there is still time left for that to happen.  I was telling my friend how crazy I get about this bracketology bullshit and he said it's like playing the lottery and he's totally right.  I probably have more chance of winning the lottery than winning this.  Great.  I mostly picked my own picks but I do confess that I looked toward Nate Silver for some insight.  He might know a lot about numbers and baseball and presidential elections but so far, the man from East Lansing don't know shit about basketball.  Apparently we have that in common.