Conception Day

 'Twas.  Happy one year anniversary, hehe.

A good fuck, as I heard it told.  And now a three-month old alive as living proof.  Smile and sleep schedule just enough to start tempting the parents into just one more...  I wonder after tonight, the wind/e into the park.  The sky as the proper height for Shakespeare.  Far from the best Hamlet but there were moments even so.  Is this a poor silhouette of a man?  Old man Gary always reliable, and Polonius doubling as gravedigger works.  As did the finale, and interweaving of the last lines... flights of angels sing thee to thy rest / the rest is silence.

It hit in someway.  The play about legacy, and love, and loss.  And fathers.  Drew's last, losing his.  My first, gaining AA.  The idea of another.  Crazy and yet.  Need a name for the 2nd boy.  If it turns out to be Alice or no one, then... fair.  BUT...  Anderson and...  

Think on it, anyway.  

Plus, there is always something gained.  Laertes calling out the following line:

"For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more."

Of a minute.  Enjoyed it, even so.