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01-25-2003, 09:35 PM
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I realize it has been a while since I generated an article but with the recent addition of columnists to SOMD.com (a good thing) many of my selected topics (though not necessarily my thoughts or position) have been snatched up by their efforts. And Trevor, the speed demon that he is has been pumping them out at a rate and quality that I could only dream of. Some of the other topics I was settling in on I ended up shooting them down with my own critique.
I have been brought to look elsewhere for a subject. Once again stepping out of my typical mode of choosing a politically based topic I have settled on something more of a personal nature: I think of it as the innocence of love.
Yeah, I know. What does a rough and gruff anal retentive like me know about love? Well, let me tell you.
Yesterday I left work early as nothing was going on and came home about noon. My wife, my daughter (who recently moved back in at my urging), and my dog were all there. Additionally, my grand-daughter was there too. She will be nine months old at the first of the month and is getting to the point of activity that is just too damn cute to characterize in words.
My son had dropped her off that morning due to child care issues for my wife and daughter to watch. From what they had said she had been up since about 5:30 that morning and was getting somewhat cranky upon my arrival home.
As I walked in and started talking she immediately recognized my voice and started flailing her arms for me to come and pick her up. Which was no problem for me as I am so deeply in love with her (the type of love only a grand parent knows).
The wife said she had to run out and tend to some of her business errands and that I should try to get the baby to sleep. When I picked her up she proceeded to snuggle against her old Granddad and within a matter of minutes she was into a heavy sleep. It was obvious to me that she simply loves me for what I am, a big snuggly bear that makes for an excellent sleeping platform.
She slept for a couple of hours and awoke to be full of energy and playful antics. I know I would probably look and sound like an idiot to anyone else that observed me as I played with her. I was making all sorts of weird noises and funny faces, but I don’t care as she truly loves it.
While playing with her she has one of those toys that when you pull on it the toy starts playing a song for her (Itsy-Bitsy Spider) and I was getting her to orchestrate the music. Then as the day went on every time she would start the thing playing it’s song she would look at me and I would have to sing the song and swing my arms as if I was an orchestra conductor. She would mimic my antics and have this totally huge grin on her face. All I could think of was just how cute she was.
Needless to say this was one of the best five hour periods I have had in quite some time and it helped wash away much of the routine stresses that I have been under. I look forward to my next visit with her and truly hope that those visits are numerous and often as she grows into the beautiful young lady I know she will be.
I realize it has been a while since I generated an article but with the recent addition of columnists to SOMD.com (a good thing) many of my selected topics (though not necessarily my thoughts or position) have been snatched up by their efforts. And Trevor, the speed demon that he is has been pumping them out at a rate and quality that I could only dream of. Some of the other topics I was settling in on I ended up shooting them down with my own critique.
I have been brought to look elsewhere for a subject. Once again stepping out of my typical mode of choosing a politically based topic I have settled on something more of a personal nature: I think of it as the innocence of love.
Yeah, I know. What does a rough and gruff anal retentive like me know about love? Well, let me tell you.
Yesterday I left work early as nothing was going on and came home about noon. My wife, my daughter (who recently moved back in at my urging), and my dog were all there. Additionally, my grand-daughter was there too. She will be nine months old at the first of the month and is getting to the point of activity that is just too damn cute to characterize in words.
My son had dropped her off that morning due to child care issues for my wife and daughter to watch. From what they had said she had been up since about 5:30 that morning and was getting somewhat cranky upon my arrival home.
As I walked in and started talking she immediately recognized my voice and started flailing her arms for me to come and pick her up. Which was no problem for me as I am so deeply in love with her (the type of love only a grand parent knows).
The wife said she had to run out and tend to some of her business errands and that I should try to get the baby to sleep. When I picked her up she proceeded to snuggle against her old Granddad and within a matter of minutes she was into a heavy sleep. It was obvious to me that she simply loves me for what I am, a big snuggly bear that makes for an excellent sleeping platform.
She slept for a couple of hours and awoke to be full of energy and playful antics. I know I would probably look and sound like an idiot to anyone else that observed me as I played with her. I was making all sorts of weird noises and funny faces, but I don’t care as she truly loves it.
While playing with her she has one of those toys that when you pull on it the toy starts playing a song for her (Itsy-Bitsy Spider) and I was getting her to orchestrate the music. Then as the day went on every time she would start the thing playing it’s song she would look at me and I would have to sing the song and swing my arms as if I was an orchestra conductor. She would mimic my antics and have this totally huge grin on her face. All I could think of was just how cute she was.
Needless to say this was one of the best five hour periods I have had in quite some time and it helped wash away much of the routine stresses that I have been under. I look forward to my next visit with her and truly hope that those visits are numerous and often as she grows into the beautiful young lady I know she will be.