In celebration of my passage through the birth canal:

*4am momentary rousings from my favorite person.
*Turkey legs and funnel cakes.
*self-propelled swinging.
*kissing plague rats.
*Ye Olde Frozen Sangrias.
*late-night naps.
*hand-in-hand activism.
*groupie training.
*Star Pizza with a side of Roast.
*Toasting the toast.
*The shirt that belongs to a boy.
*iPod sharing circles.
*Musical telekenesis.

We’re making our last stand
Glory bound and sparrow in our hand