05-09-04 - 12:37 p.m.
there is a shiny new barbeque on my back patio. champagne chilling in the fridge. an e-greeting from heasley in santa babs, who has matured enough to like me despite my flaws. hugs from spencer, the son i never had, and my sweet berries. when i press my cheek to the little swell of her belly, greeting bruce-and-patti, suddenly all chokey on the moment, she laughs at me, but it's okay, because a year from now she'll wake to this same day and understand.