I am sick as a dog. I can't remember the last time I was this sick... I couldn't sleep last night b/c I could barely breathe. It was scary.
I wonder if I was to go back to the time this picture was taken (at about 2-3 years of age) would I still be as goofy and sometimes as annoying a commentator as I am now?
Could I fathom what would wreck my life just a few short years later? Could I grasp that when I moved to A-town in '92 I would be living exactly 1 mile from the man I plan on spending the rest of my life with?
If given the chance, would you go back to that age of innocence? That time where 'faith like a child' existed? I don't think we, as children, were ignorant... we were just blissfully unaware.
That might be nice right now. Excuse me while I go cough up my other lung.
