So many things to talk about tonight. I am doing my best to filter as I sort of “stream-of-consciousness” write. And as I sit here in our den writing, Lily Kate’s High School Musical CD is singing through the house from her bedroom. And I am so embarrassed to say that I am a sucker for that movie. I cry at the end every time. Dang it. I am so horrified at myself. One of the hardest times I ever cried in a movie was when all the kids sang “Joyful, Joyful” at the end of Sister Act 2. I cried like a girl.
OK. I should have filtered that.
American Idol…of course Sanjaya is safe. I keep telling my friends to just expect it. It happens every year. There is ALWAYS someone who way over-stays their welcome. Every season. And he is the one this year. The only bummer will be if he lasts all the way to the top 4 or even 3. That has happened a few seasons (but I’m not naming who).
I took my computer up to Lily Kate’s room when I tucked her in tonight. I wanted to read something to her that I wrote about her. We took these pictures…
Then Angela passed through the room…then Levi. Lily began her prayers. When she got to praying for her family members, she said…
“…and thank you for handsome and kind Levi…and for kind Jack…who’s also handsome…and for Dad, the owner of the house…”
Sometimes I’m the best dad in the world. Sometimes I’m her boyfriend. Sometimes I am her favorite. Sometimes I’m even handsome.
Tonight, it seems, I’m the landlord.
And I couldn’t love her more.