Shooting Stars

Well Sweetie the oldest boy and myself were on the radio this morning. Or at least the song I wrote, Christmas Heart and Soul was. The Mountain had been asking for home Christmas songs to play and so last week I sent one in.

It was kind of a surreal morning…for the most part I press the snooze bar for the first half hour before I finally drag my ass outta bed. Sweetie hates it when I listen to the radio when she’s still in bed so she’s always wackin me to get me to push the snooze bar. I had already pushed it once and when the snooze was over the radio came on, there was my song! The funniest part was that Sweetie was all pissed off that I wasn’t pushing the button and I had to say “Hey! You’re one the RADIO!” The older boy who had crawled into bed with us sometime in the middle of the night sat up, Sweetie turned her radio on as well, and we sat there listening to the whole thing.

At the end one of the DJ’s said “Well that’s how it’s done!” Which I took to mean he thought it was pretty good.

Last night as I took the garbage out I saw a shooting star, or at least I thought I did. It was a clear cold night and out of the corner of my eye I saw a yellow streak of light.

I took that as a good omen. The last shooting star I saw was right before the oldest boy was born. Sweetie and I had decided to make one last camping trip before there were children about and we settled on seeing Mt. Adams. We camped on a lake during a meteor shower and lay with our heads on the rocky shore, looking up into the night sky.

It was the start of a pretty damn good year. A pretty good two years really, two years of that kind of first child bliss where you can’t believe your good fortune and you ask yourself over and over, “How the hell did I get so lucky?”

I haven’t been asking that question for a while…well shame on me…

Certainly I should know by now that if you stop asking questions, how are you ever gonna learn the answers?

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