The Midwest farmer's daughters
Really make you feel all right
And the Northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night
I wish they all could be California girls...
I was happy, very happy. Marie was going to have a baby... we were going to have a baby and I felt the vacuum that had been created by the death of my daughter had been filled and then I realized that whatever my new child would bring to my life, to our lives, she would be her own person and all that that entailed.
Marie proposed "Jennifer" for our child. It sounded all right to me and so I agreed. A child's name is very important to their life, customized for everything she would do.
I was silently working on my stamp collection, putting in the missing "postage due" stamp that the supply company had somehow missed sending me. Now, it was complete and I showed it to her.
"There, that's done," I said triumphantly, looking at the filled page of red and white stamps that hearkened to a lost time when people actually wrote to one another using pen and paper and somehow came up short in the postage. I held up the page for her inspection, knowing in the back of my mind that she was only paying attention because she loved me.
Marie looked over and gave the page a cursory glance. "Nice," she said, returning to what she was doing on her laptop. Actually, it was my laptop but she had appropriated it so that she could work with it while watching television. She liked "Law and Order" and Thursday evenings were locked into watching the three shows.
I liked the first one, survived through the second and barely endured the third. I liked "NCIS" but was sorry that the Los Angeles version was coming to an end.