My anniversary...

Today marks the one year anniversary of the best four days of my life. I was basically homeless, sleeping in my clothes on a foldout chair, with only a thin blanket for warmth. For four days the only things I ate were a Chipotle burrito, two donuts, a couple nabs and a lot of hot chocolate. I was only able to shower once in those four days and that was only after I cleaned up blood that someone else had left in the bathroom. In this sorry state, I was ignored in a room full of people as I cowered Gollum-like in a dark corner with only a Batman graphic novel for company. I was locked out of the place I was staying and had to walk a quarter mile in one direction in order to beg for sympathy from a stranger, before having to walk another quarter mile back. I was yelled at, smiled at and then looked upon with derision by one individual during a three minute period of time, all because I wanted a bagel and they were closed. I missed a Notre Dame football game. I was awakened every two hours, told I could go back to sleep if I wanted and was then yelled at because I did. I learned that if you say you are a nurse, my wife will let you touch her boobs while I watch(and I found out that this is not as sexy as it sounds). I broke Venetian blinds that did not belong to me, in a vain attempt to jump out of a window and escape my future. I stole a matchbox car from a kid who probably wishes he had never taken it out of his room. In one of the highest places in Ohio, I had to listen to two girls with valley accents attempt rudimentary speech. I found out my car was stupid and I drive too fast. I watched an alarming shade of purple turn to a beautiful cafe-au-lait. I breathed a sigh of relief after ten harrowing months...and I welcomed my daughter into the world. Happy Birthday, Ruby Louise.