It's a beautiful day...
The downside tho is that Bill has court appointed visits every weekend for the next month, then Dolly has to go to his house for a couple months every weekend, then he gets he over night every other weekend. So that sucks, because in my humble opinion that shithead should not be allowed with in a 5 mile radius of either of them. (Such anger, such animosity...) I hate Bill. I think he's the only person in the world that I actually truly hate.
Plus, his girlfriend is due on Sept. 11...he can't take care of the one he's got but he'll take care of this one...
I would say that Bill should never be allowed to reproduce.
But then, I wouldn't have my Bunny, now would I?
I don't see her as much as I want to. My schedule and Beth's confilct so badly, that it's only more proof that timing is my worst enemy. But alas, there is still no one on the planet that I love as much as her.
I will never forget that day in the hospital when she was born. I wil never foget how completely DISGUSTING the whole thing was, and how I just kept chanting over and over "I'm never having kids I'm never having kids I'm never having kids..." And Beth, sitting there, squeezing my hand and laughing at me despite her contractions. And then I saw her head, and her shoulders, and her hands, and her belly, and her legs, and her feet, and her toes, and she was screaming and crying and kicking, but she was SO beautiful.
And now she's all bumps and bruises and sticky hands and dirty feet and all the other things that come with being 2 years old...and she is still SO beautiful.
And when she opened her eyes and looked at the three of us standing there dumbstruck, I cried. I cried because I knew in my heart that even tho Bill was standing right there, he wasn't going to be there forever. I cried because Beth had all these plans that had to be put on hold. I cried because I WASN'T going to have a kid.
But then Beth turned her towards me and said, "And this is your Aunt Brigid..." and I cried because at that moment, none of that mattered.
When it comes to her, nothing else ever matters.
Beth wants me around more, and I want to be around more. I am most likely going to be watching her on Monday mornings this fall, since the day care place can't take her then. And I volunteered to take her for the night so that Mike and Beth can have an actual date for the first time in...oh...9 months??
And Beth mentioned buying an apartment.
And suggested maybe <i>we</i> should get an apartment.
And I am aware of the responsibility, and I have been since she was born, and more so since Beth asked me to be Godmother. If anything ever happens to Beth...
instant child.
And all these thoughts flodded me when she brought this up. Mostly along the lines of "im 21, ill have less of a life than i do now, she crys all the time, it'll be like living with bernie all over again..."
but as i said before, when it comes to her, nothing else ever matters.
Beth can't move out now, so we're thinking of this in terms of a year from now. Dosen't solve my current living situation, but at least it's something to look into.
I think that if I got to see Dolores every day, my life would be complete.
I could not possibly love her anymore.
(Beth and Dolores after her Baptism last year.)
"I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside I've got the month of May.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl
I've got so much honey, the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl
I don't need no money, fortune, or fame.
I've got all the riches baby one man
c
an claim.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl..."