Tuesday, March 17, 2009

And on

Still feeling strange an vulnerable. Obsessing about Jade Goody and Natasha Richardson, being overprotective of Sam. At some point, I'll be able to remember that most people live for decades and I don't need to be on alert. But not now.

Pulling me back into the present, Sam seems to have learned his first word: Duck. Rather, "guck." It is incredible. "Guck, guck, guck," he was saying as I stood at the bathroom mirror. I looked down and saw that he was talking to the little rubber duck on the edge of the bathrub. "Guck-guck-guck-guck." "Yes!" I said. "Guck," he said.