Almost an Entire Another Week

I'm not sure I remember two weeks ago. It has been two weeks since I've saved any memories and the problem is: These memories are the ones that float so easily to the surface. If I try I'll still have them in a few years, if I try.

Yesterday
WEDNESDAY:
my sister's birthday, my brother in law authentically laughing at a joke I made; my sister holding my son and them laughing quietly, wholly, together.

TUESDAY:
Calming my son down, easing him into being away from his mother with hide and seek around a curtain and a shadow.  Before that, the profile of my wife hunched curvaceously around her sewing machine.

MONDAY:
I went dancing, chatting with a blue solider girl from the video game Team Fortress 2. Before that I found my often lost often found white hooded sweater with my Ironic "Anachronism" tattoo on it.  More importantly, I wished a friend happy birthday, he's 22 today, but he's older than me in the online spaces we share --far, far older than me, there, and so convinced I'm worth effort.

SUNDAY:
 We had dinner with my wife's dad and his wife and us men went foraging for food (haha) and came back with far too much milk shake. During our foraging, it was nice to hear his spiritual nature manifest.

SATURDAY:
I must have spent with family as well, my wife and I watching television or what? Embarrassingly, I can't remember what I did last Saturday.

FRIDAY:
I also spent with my wife's dad's side of the family. We farted and laughed and watched the first two "Pirates of the Caribbean" movies.
. . .  And I love this? I love holding my son, yes.