My favorite way to wake up is with the sun on my face. There is something so calming and serene about that feeling.
Today is Coach’s birthday. I tried to wait and give him his present at midnight but I could only hold out until 10:30 or so. I got him a hat with the name of the Little League team he coaches on the front and his name on the back. I made him a pound cake (he has a horrible sweet tooth) and stashed some of his other favorite candies in the bag. He got a kick out of the three cards I got him. And yes, I am the type of person who will buy 3 or 4 birthday cards for someone just because I think the card is cute.
His best friend’s birthday was last month and the girlfriend got him a cute but expensive jacket as a gift. Trying to buy her way into his good graces since they fight like cats and dogs. Mr Coach’s comment was that my gift meant so much more to him because it was actually from my heart not just my wallet. I love giving gifts that say “Hey, I’m listening” even if I claim to not hear a word he says ever. That clown modeled the hat for about 10 minutes. He even went and put on one of his jerseys that matches it! So vain!
I went to the Little League game last night (even though it was drizzling the first 10 minutes of the game). Coach keeps asking me if the team parents know who I am. Hell, I don’t even know who I “am” to him so you know I’m not trying to describe it to anybody else. He’s just tickled that I am supportive of what he’s doing. Can’t help it, that’s the type of person I am. I really wish he didn’t know I was entertaining thoughts of moving out of Chicago because every other day he wants to talk about me moving and which cities I’m considering. I don’t think he believes that I am strongly considering staying right here (and not entirely because of him)
I need to stop blogging about the man. I actually have several other topics to tell you guys about. My great-aunt will be 90 tomorrow. I have some musical topics to talk about. Shucks, I better start some drafts before I lose all of my best material. 
This man has me all warm and fuzzy like I woke up with the sun in my face. Damn him!
