tales from an ordinary world

2001-03-12

Amazingly, I managed to live up to a promise, and cooked breakfast in bed, even though it's a month after her birthday, and we'd kept forgetting to buy all the stuff she wanted. It didn't feel self-sacrificing enough in the end, like I should've made more of an effort, like there should've been some kind of endurance required so that I'd feel like I was really really really being useful. But it was still a good thing. I hope.