It’s election day and I’m enjoying the circus even though I’m not particularly into politics. Pending fatherhood has added an extra wrinkle of perspective. Knowing I will be watched & questioned. Knowing my decisions are not only about me. Not only about my wife. But now largely driven by what is going to benefit our family. Baby Ov will grow up in a home that votes. Because we care and we want her to care. You’ve got to have a stake in this world for it to truly pay off.
I hope we raise a gal who’s not afraid to toss her hat in the ring. I’m proud of those who decided to run for an office even though they probably never had a chance – they put their money where their mouths were. Reading through the names on the ballot, I tossed a vote to Merton Short, Aviator, for Secretary of State*. To be honest, I don’t know anything about Merton Short except that (a) I like his name and (b) um, he’s an aviator, which might be one of the coolest titles you could ever print on a business card (I’m sure he doesn’t have a business card. But probably a cool tattoo).
*I looked up Merton later and turns out we’re fundamentally opposed in our beliefs, but that’s okay, he can keep my vote. As the ticker goes by I’m happy to be part of his 2%.
This post is a little short and arguably off-topic for those who want the hard core baby dirt. But we’re still in the no-news-is-good-news phase – so fortunately there’s not much news right now. Marnie is doing well and looks great – she’s carrying our baby girl like a champ. Still waiting on that crib to come in. We're taking over/under bets on Thanksgiving.
And that's about all I can tell you right now. Baby Ov, may you have all the courage of Merton Short, Aviator.
