Schmidt Happens

Be good, little one. I don't have many dreams for you. I'm careful not to theorize too much about your future because I want you to have the space to dream for yourself and to feel safe telling me what gives you life and hope and passion. I dream of you being happy and my wish is that you will never suffer. I'm constantly reminding myself that this is a pipe dream and preparing myself to cry with you when life starts to hurt.  There is just one other, big dream I have for you; one thing that I desperately want for your life. I want you to be good. Not morally perfect (that's impossible anyways), but good in your core, possessing a kind heart and caring more about others than yourself. This doesn't mean you won't fuck up. It doesn't mean you won't hurt other people. In fact, you're human so your goodness won't even be consistent. You'll make the wrong choice at least as often as you make the right one and I will love you fierc...

      Yesterday I went to my first pro football game. The Seahawks played the Raiders at home on a rainy Seattle Sunday and I WAS THERE FOR IT! I was so giddy that I allowed my husband to purchase exorbitantly priced gloves as a souvenir and felt zero buyer's remorse. I didn't even complain about being cold once, which is really a big deal for me because I'm always cold. Always. I use a space heater at my cubicle when it's 60 something degrees in the office. But yesterday I could not have cared less that I couldn't feel my toes. I was seriously on cloud nine as we joined the crowds in downtown Seattle flocking to the stadium. I was walking on sunshine. I discovered that ooooooo Heaven is a place on earth. Ok...focusing.       They say there are no bad seats at Century Link field. I began to think that "they" had lied to me as we trekked up to our seats and I could feel the field getting further away with every step. We finally stopped with only on...