My dad listens to Yanni. And Enya. And my dad reads books like I do.
More like eats.
Inhales.
I remember when I was 7 years old, and dad used to rap that book to us.
The Berenstain bears and the missing dinosaur bone. Beat boxing included.
Do you remember daddy dates?
I remember in high school, when I would miss the bus everyday. Before I could drive.
Mom would drive me to school, and even though she was probably irritated because I just wasted 30 minutes of her time, she let me talk to her the whole way about my life.
And the thing that made the difference? She cared.
They both did. Do.
That's all I wanted to say.
2 comments:
Yours was the blog I turned to when I had two minutes...okay no minutes...to kill before class.
I listen to Explosions in the Sky Pandora station for the same reason you listen to Yanni.
I'm gonna try him today: Yanni.
I miss your guts.
I miss reading writing like this.
I miss writing too.
Remembering that your blog was silent for the time you were engaged is good to remember. I think about you a lot and how you never got sleep either.
Let's just talk sometime.
reading about your dad made me smile.
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