i wonder

winter solstice has just passed.

as far as the earth is concerned it is a new year.

i spent the last few hours of the shortest day

playing in my new music room - the green room.

it is coming together nicely.

it is a good space to work on and to work in.

the the aim is to have it bizarre and inspiring

for all who enter ...

i've been thinking about our coming new year show.

and it feels like a good way to celebrate

our recent time living in the mountains.

and so, i have been looking again at some of the songs i wrote there.

i chop wood

i make fire

i feel good

a little higher

she makes bread

with special flour

we drink wine

any hour

gluten free for me.

appropriately it will be t on drums.

t, our neighbour in the catskills,

introduced me to many of the mountains secrets

on our regular cross country walks as the seasons passed there.

it already feels like so long ago.

an amazing chapter in our lives.

one that gave us a baby.

and so, new years eve will be an evening to reflect on

and say good bye to my time as a mountain man.

i wonder, will i shave?

angus

the future is now

we don't get snowed in here
as we did in the catskills.
but the morning frosts are thick and white
and the fogs fill the valley.
then by midday, the days are usually crisp and clear.
the feel of these days take me back to winters on the farm.
to the olden days, as my niece gracie would say.
back to the mid nineteen hundreds.
long before cel phones and laptops.
back when much of what we take for granted now
was science fiction. i read 1984 before 1984.
now suddenly it is the end of 2009
and i am a father ...

we make our new home here.
a most enjoyable work in progress.
we watch our son grow and change and explore.
he is the most incredible mirror ever.
so this is what it was like.
and this is what it's meant to be like still.
this endless energy and curiosity.
this ongoing joy in discovery.
and he continues to make us laugh. hard, and often.
the funniest little creature i know.
and the most amazing inspiration i could have imagined.
and so, with asa as our example,
we imagine, and prepare for, the coming year.
what do we want it to look like?
how do we want it to feel?
family and making a living. one must balance and inspire the other ...
i feel a potential wholly different from times past.
and, when the hour is upon me,
i shall resolve to have a damn good time next year.

angus

now, we have done it

home at last.

2 weeks is

too long to

not have you around ...

i am

sublimely happy to be with my family again

after an intense, very full, very memorable time.

there was much planning and work to get to the coach house.

then suddenly we were there.

with brian back on live sound

and guy(pax romana producer)

recording the evening with yossi and shai.

we even had a few cameras rolling.

and leels and james were there from arizona

making sure everything ran smoothly behind the scenes ...

we had a wonderful audience.

very touched that so many people came from so far.

some across the country ...

i hadn't heard my brother play live in many years.

he sounded great.

keeping it in the family,

jack had dalbo on drums and guy playing bass.

dare i say an arse kicking band?

dare

dare ...

we'd decided to be more rehearsed than usual.

more than we've ever been?

after listening to some of the recorded music of the night

with the fellas the next day,

i am very glad we did.

it is certainly the peak of a steady evolution

over the last 2 and a half years.

the plan is still to have a live recording available sometime ...

so, how did it feel,

playing onstage again with my brother?

heart warming. surreal.
and the reaction of everyone there

made it all the more poignant.

jack joined us for the end of the set

for a few of the old favourites.

making music is a blessed thing,

especially with a brother.

jack had suggested the idea earlier in the year

when he and family met my son.

now, we have done it.

and we shall do it again ...

(photos by lisa callamaro)

a happy giving of thanks to you all.

angus

a horse called rob roy

back in LA with dalbo and drewski,

and coach house rehearsals are underway.

we haven't rehearsed this much in years.

i am enjoying the tweaking ...

after tuscon celtic last weekend

- and a bloody wonderful reception it was -

we got together with brother jack.

it had been so many years since we sang together.

but i suppose it's kind of like riding a bike.

or a horse.

mine was called rob roy, but that's another tale ...

today we're back in the alley, our rehearsal room since '94.

it's good to feel at home when making music.

i miss my lady and my bold little lad ...

angus

i can see the mountains

from our new home we can see the mountains.

covered in golden grasses, just like where i grew up in oz.

we left the catskills a blaze of autumn colour,

arrived to find our new home town equally as stunning in the peak of fall.

nice one luther burbank.

we were 6 days in the truck, keeping one day ahead of the weather.

asa, now a seasoned road warrior, did us proud.

and his share of the driving.

asa was a small lion for his first halloween.

i, a lion tamer ...

this morning i find myself on the road again.

in arizona with the fellas.

rehearsal today for the weekend.

our first festival in these here parts in many a long year.

we'll be catching up with brother jack here too

to plan the coach house further.

a busy couple of weeks ahead.

put on the kettle and let's get the day rolling ...

angus

half a world away

today we leave the mountains.

we arrived at the tail end of winter a year and a half ago.

and as i loaded the truck yesterday a light snow fell,

heralding another that we won't see here.

i will remember incredible tasting water.

the smell of fresh cut wood.

lighting fires in the big old wood stove.

gardening. chopping wood. snow shovelling.

being very physical. feeling it in so many muscles.

like being back on the farm.

like being camping.

i feel muscles again now, from lifting and loading.

thanks to t and big john for helping move the backbreakers.

thanks to lichey's mom for helping pack up the house,
for looking after asa, and being friend to steve the magical blind cat ...

satisfaction in getting the pack as good as possible.

years of loading a van on the road have made me a pack master.

i astound myself at how our whole lives can fit into such a small space ...

it has been a time of extremes.

a grey world. a green world. a red gold world. a white world.

bears in the backyard.

fresh native herbs from the forest in lichen's incredible cooking.

sun warmed berries straight out of the garden.

lichen's home made cobbler.

local maple syrup.

playing music with brother t again ...

thanks to bess, t, sar and their families for being our community.

for giving us a place to have a baby ...

our beautiful son is 6 and a half months old and always ready for the new.

he has been mobile a while now.

always pulling himself up to stand on ever steadier little legs.

always looking for a better view. coasting. crawling.

he is robust and precocious. (2 delightful words)

2 teeth have emerged. and an increasingly voracious appetite.

the little fella eats a good 3 meals a day.

and always ready to be happy, to be one of us.

the obvious recognition the last time i came home from a few days away

brought tears to my eyes. he is a simple profound blessing.

i thank my wife for all she gives him ...

and now, the last of the packing,

a fond farewell, then we hit the road to begin a new life.

half a world away.

see you on the other side.

angus

my brother

you may remember him as fergus.

or as bur, the name we called him growing up.

he is jack avalon.

he is my brother.

it has been 11 years

since we shared a stage,

my brother jack and i.

i am excited to finish the year

with a double bill at the coach house with him.

to hear his music live.

to play together again.

makes me feel good ...

and now i head out the door for the airport

and northern california.

see you there?

angus

i'm listening

i haven't felt compelled to write in a while.

so i haven't written in a while.

off the road for a few days.

and, among other things, getting ready for another cross country trek.

it seems we came to this marvellous mountain hideout

to have ourselves a baby. and that we have done.

the circumstances were ideal. and now,

it is time to raise a baby with family and community nearby.

and so, soon, we say our goodbyes.

to good people, good times, good places.

and the best water i've ever tasted.

in the vision we find ourselves refining together

it is the north west that calls ...

in the meantime, a few more shows with dalbo and drew.

on both coasts.

i find myself enjoying what we do more and more.

i am still sometimes astounded

at how this thing called BROTHER

has once again been re invented.

i never imagined it would evolve this way.

we knew we could make it work.

we just weren't quite sure how.

and so we began. we see now. nice one fellas.

i make asa smile and laugh.

he does the same for me.

there is no better feeling.

simple.

so many firsts with him, sometimes every day.

he changes so quickly. and so must we.

keeping up keeps me young.

thank you little matey ...

hey little matey

hey little matey

i know you

i know you

charm all the ladies

charm all the ladies

that's what you do

that's what you do

baby i'm blown away

whatever it is you're trying to say

whatever you're thinking

i'm listening

angus

a worthy ponder

this path i'm on seems to involve a constant stripping away
of those things that aren't really me anymore,
or never really were.
often the question is, how much to reveal?
in a song
in an interview
in conversation
in a journal entry
in a photo, a video ...
a worthy ponder.
i think so long as the revelation, however large or small,
doesn't adversely affect another's life.
and most importantly when that other is family.
what and where are the boundaries?
always on ongoing evaluation.
more so than ever now
with one who will one day be big but is still tiny today and in my care ...

angus

halifax revisited

so, i'm back in halifax for the buskers fest.

we play on the waterfront surrounded by wonderful old stone buildings.

it is a whole different world, playing on the street,

the audience right there with us, ready to be entertained.

BROTHER first played here in 94. the last time was 2001. 

many good memories.

this is the first time here with no brothers

and it is kind of weird to have no one to share those earliest memories with.

gives me a glimpse of the solo performer experience ...

but soul brothers drew and t are with me and the playing feels good.

and best of all, i'm on the road with the family again.

asa proves himself to be a natural for the gypsy lifestyle.

holding the little fella, now so much bigger, so much more aware,

never fails to make everything okay.

all those other tiresome things just fall away.

a beautiful day out there.

time to go make some more music ...

angus

bethlehem

as i ponder our impending return to bethlehem, pennsylvania,

the words of yeats again come to mind ...

And what rough beast, it's hour come round at last,

Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?

and it occurred to me that maybe we are indeed some kind of beast.

often, over the years, this beast BROTHER has changed its form.

and more often than not bethlehem has witnessed the new.

i look forward to unveiling the latest incarnation of the beast this week.

angus

today

we are two years married today.

i just want to find the words

i don't want to say what she's already heard

i look for another way to tell her

i am the luckiest bastard i know ...

home again

8:30am

home after 9 days on the road.

it was too hectic a schedule to bring the little family.

but that's the longest we'll be apart this year.

just as well. i believe he can manage but i begin to fall apart.

as yeats aptly put it ...

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity ...

you know. kind of like that.

well, any longer and i suspect that's what could happen ...

11am

but it was a good trip for the angusdrewdalbo celtribal trio.

i continue to be very pleasantly astounded

at how the sound, and the concept, evolve.

as excited as i've ever been.

maybe because i'm more aware of what's going on now.

i'm, how you say? not quite as clueless as i once was.

first time at colorado irish.

a marvellous 1 set a day long weekend.

a grassed amphitheatre.

a typhoon that held off til we'd finished our set.

as gaelic storm stormed the stage after us, so began the deluge.

3 songs into their set the weather was blasting sideways onto the stage,

blowing everyone away to seek shelter.

took me back to BROTHER at cherry creek arts festival.

also colorado. 2001?

luckily we were able to catch a full set of the storm(gaelic)

the next day. it had been a couple of years.

the capacity audience was in their palm.

and the first time seeing the elders for me that weekend.

i was entranced by their a capella 'men of erin'. beautiful.

ian apparently wrote it just after his dad died.

before we had to high tail it to the airport

we also caught 2 songs from the lovely eileen eivers and her band.

kick arse as always.

a couple of days later. river rhythms, milwaukee.

what can i say?

beautiful setting by the river. perfect sunset weather.

and it seems we broke the attendance record again.

with the band on a roll after a few shows in a row.

it pleases me that milwaukee remains a stronghold after all these years ...

pre show, milwaukee. from dalbo's drum station.

drew and i boarded a plane at 6am thursday

for our first ever new hampshire show.

this time t was providing the band heartbeat.

he drove over from the catskills and took me home the next day.

thanks mate. it was a good dress rehearsal for halifax buskers fest,

which will be drew, t and me.

the barley house was the venue. i recommend the food and the folks.

a small but enthusiastic introduction to the neighbourhood

before we play the new hampshire games next year(2010). just confirmed.

already looking forward to that weekend.

we've long been sung its praises by other bands that've played there.

but for now, home.

i walk in the garden, holding our little magical creature close.

lichey takes photos, picks flowers and blackberries.

the sun is high, blue the sky.

life is good.

angus

costa mesa, celtic fling footage

we returned to 3 very different celtic festivals these last few weeks.

costa mesa scottish, arlington scottish, manheim celtic fling.
many years between visits.

long hot sweaty tiring weekends on funny little stages.
just as i remember.

wonderfully welcoming big crowds.
just as i remember.

here's some celtic fling footage from jen,
costa mesa footage from dick and cecilia ...

BROTHER At Costa Mesa 2009 from BROTHER on Vimeo.

it is a humbling and uplifting feeling

to soothe my son with song.

asa is my favourite audience ...

he is calmed too and entranced

by the sound of my didg,

falling asleep to the vibration.

for so long a didg dabbler,

leaving the serious didging to hamish and drew,

asa now has me buzzing regularly.

thank you little matey ...

angus

visualizing

back home for a while now.

i am loving being a dad.

it is something i hadn't truly envisioned

until relatively recently.

but now the visions come all the time.

i am in the moment with him. and i am visualizing ahead.

it is a captivating, mind blowing state to be in.


as a new parent different things catch my attention now.

this link was sent to me by a good friend. thank you elizabeth.

http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/66h

this bloke had me laughing, reeled me in with his humour,

and thereby made his points all the more memorable.

good food for thought

as one anticipates having a child to educate.

the idea that we can have an education system

that nurtures, rather than kills, creativity ...

the grass is longer still.

another thunderstorm's on the way.

a sleeping baby lies in my arms,

and a new tune plays in my mind.

i am enjoying the spring ...

angus

and the winner is ...

you sent us your choice of BROTHER looks from down the years.
many brought us a smile but in the end there was an obvious winner.
first of all, the best of the rest ...

hamish, drew and dalbo. sterling hotel 2004

roel, pittsburgh irish fest 2002

hamish, knowlton riverfest 2004

hamish, croc rock 2001

hamish and angus, celtic classic 2001


angus, halifax busker fest 1994

angus, brett, fergus, hamish. buskers fest 1994

and now, if you're ready, the one that grabbed the number one position.
appropriately it's the first BROTHER line up that came to america from oz.
hamish, angus, fergus and brett. (i can't verify if that's the correct order)
with a photo from halifax 1994, our congratulations to joanne noakes.
this one brings back many memories from our street performing days,
busking wherever we could to pay the rent.
it's not the best quality image, but maybe that's a good thing.
may i present to you the classic BROTHER bow...




thank you and good night,
angus

changing my mind

thinking of mowing
changing my mind
wanting the wildflowers 

to keep growing a while ...

angus

family on the road

home again after 9 days on the road.

i only had to be apart from asa and lichey 2 days at most,

for costa mesa last weekend and for our show in oshkosh wisconsin.

otherwise we were together in old LA,

catching up with friends and family and chilling in the warm weather.

but 2 days is long enough for me. he changes perceptibly even in that time.

he expands like his own little universe.

his new squirming body. and his awareness.

i have realized my main mission in life is to keep him smiling.

nothing takes me higher than to see joy emanating from his little face.

so you see, it is quite a selfish mission. i want to feel good.

and his happiness makes me feel really good. thank you, littlest of maties ...

costa mesa revisited was a pleasure.

a funny little stage in place of the grand old gazebo.

but great sound for us, which makes the playing easy.

and dalbo got to use his own kit, big woody, which doesn't happen often.
drewski continues to expand his world and his sound,
and so the celtic tribal 3 piece comes more and more into its own.

i was touched by all the feedback from new and old fans.

this thing called BROTHER has evolved so much over the years.

- out of necessity with departing brothers and changing circumstances,

and because all things change with time.

but people seemed to like what they were hearing.

many hadn't seen us in a decade or more.

i picture the strapping young kilted man,

now in a pipe band and playing several instruments, including didge,

because he heard us at costa mesa a generation ago.

stories like this make me glad i've found a way to keep doing what i do.

take me outside my own perspective of it all ...

revisiting waterfest in oshkosh,
one of those midwest festivals by a river on a perfect summer evening.
dare i say idyllic? and a wonderful welcome after 3 years away.
thinking about a followup show there sometime soon if we can swing it ...

aunt, grandmother, great grandmother, and grandfather
on lichey's side were introduced to asa in his first few weeks,
visiting us here in the mountains for some truly special time.
almost all my family is on the other side of the world. 

not the easiest commute.
i'm happy to say asa has now also met the first of his family on my side.
a delightful afternoon with my brother jack and family whilst in LA.
makes me realize i want more family time, 

especially for him, as time rolls on.
after years of growing up in each others' pockets,
on the farm, in the city, on the road,
gradually the distances between
- sometimes literal, sometimes figurative - grew.
often it seems that's the way with family.
and of course there's always reasons for being apart.
then of course there's always reasons to come together too.
seems like a we have good reason ...

we now have a good number of 'BROTHER looks' photos
from down the years. can you believe there's been 19 of them? years, that is.

soon i will show the best of the rest we've received and the winner.

yes, i believe we may have the one. prepare thyselves ...

angus

costa mesa 1997, this weekend

                3 rather clean cut brothers, 1997. our last year sharing a stage.

in california with the family.

asa was a champion flying for the first time .

very proud of him. to have him on the road is a dream.

don't wake me up ...

back to costa mesa this weekend with the fellas.

so many memories there.

it will inevitably be very different after 11 years away.

well, we are different too. aren't we always?

all these photos are from '97,

the last year all 3 brothers appeared in BROTHER.

we're all looking rather clean cut,

following some particularly shaggy years.

dalbo's back there too, somewhere off screen,

no doubt looking his usual dashing self.

thanks to imaar and marisa for these ones.

my, what cool pants i had.

i'm told the gazebo we played in no longer exists. 

what other surprises await us? 

however things look i anticipate a joyous sweaty couple of days.

angus

 

what an honour

                                         asa teaches me the art of relaxing

what does it mean to help bring another life into this world?

the total reliance this new person has on my wife and i.

the wonder that he will be a grown man like me, or not like me? one day.

the privilege of us being able to watch him grow and change,

discover himself and his expanding world,

make decisions about who he is and what he wants to do.

how can thoughts like this not overwhelm?

it is a feeling i consciously surrender to.

what an honour ...

angus

archive photos, sentimental fool, costa mesa

 i stepped out with the bleach look sometime in the year before the accident that took us off the road for 9 months. so this must be late '98, early '99? thanks to leila for this shot. i particularly like my joe cocker interpretation.

this was at the vegas renaissance celtic festival. it was so hot the war paint was running into my eyes. i could hardly see. my old bagpipes too, before they fell apart. i'd like to get back to this festival. anyone?  also from leila. what year here leels?

hamish's dreads, not long off the starting block. thanks for this one jude. 2002?

i have had it pointed out

that most archive band photos are most likely not digital,

requiring tiresome format changes, scanning or some such wizardry.

they may also be hidden away somewhere in boxes, in closets, in storage. 

not to worry. 

we shall make this search for classic BROTHER 'looks' an ongoing enterprise. 

when you stumble upon the one that gets you smiling tho,

do send that puppy our way ... info@brothermusic.com

here in the mountains. man, woman, child.

i am very grateful to be around in these early days.

he's still so tiny but growing and changing every day.

it is a privilege to be an eye witness to the evolution of a whole new human.

inspiration for another song today. 

'sentimental fool'. a hint of zeppelin in this one.

which of the new ones to do with drew at the colonial games next week?

a warm up for our return to costa mesa the following weekend with dalbo ...

costa mesa was the first celtic festival we played.

and we ended up having a dream run there from 1994 to 1998.

the only non traditional entertainment. we had quite the monopoly.

costa mesa witnessed our early evolution as a band.

they were incredible days. incredible crowds.

and we? we were pretty clueless. well, i know i was.

there's gotta be some classic archival photos

floating around from those days, n'est pas?

onstage or behind the scenes. 

ladies and gentlemen you have 2 weeks to find your favourites.

spring is truly here. 

new colour - gold, purple, red, white, and a very virgin green -

has pushed thru everywhere.

kind of like the insistent thrusting limbs of a new little human i know.

what a time to be in the moment.

angus

favourite BROTHER coiffs competition

there it is. my brother's new head, 

7 years of dread locks recently lopped for a cancer research fund raiser.

to all who have donated to the cause, our heartfelt thanks. 

many of you have been with us since the early days.

it means a lot that you stay in touch actively ...

i remember the day hamish began the dreads, 

at a college campus we were playing somewhere in the midwest,

after getting in depth advice from some local dreaded ladies.

much as he has loved the dreads,

i know he had thought about a shaved head for a long while,

waiting for the right reason to come. good reason.

and i'd say it's a good look for him.

he always did have more the soccer ball head.

i believe when i shave mine, some distant day hence,

 it will be rather more bizarre looking  ...

so the photo had me reflecting that over the years 

there have been many interesting heads of hair in the BROTHER camp.

i would like to see the quirkiest of them together.

to that end i initiate a competition -

what is your favourite BROTHER coiff?

was it bleach blond? spiked? long and wild? mohawk? touch of mullet? 

you name it.  let me know. better yet, send us a photo and a memory. 

to info@BROTHERmusic.com .

the best we will post, the very best we will reward mightily. 

prize yet to be determined.

i begin with one of mine. a relic from our days with paul mitchell.

this was at a hair show at caesar's palace in vegas. 

those heady days saw us finally stepping up in the fashion stakes,

in ensembles by alona hamoy, designer extraordinaire.

from plaid to leather and beyond ...

in other notable news my son turned one month on monday. 

and turned himself over to commemorate the occasion.

he also gave us his first big smile.

suffice to say he continues to make us very high and very happy.

angus

a show with kirk and the boys

   Drew, Struby from 7 Nations and Angus enjoy the spring sunshine pre show

monday morning at drew's folks place in PA.

getting ready for the show with 7 nations tonight.

i am excited for the new songs we'll be airing.

a song for lichen, a song for asa.

excited too for the new sound drew and i are creating with just the 2 of us.

also for the first ever double bill with the nations boys.

i hear tell kirk is playing his pipes again. we may have to jam.

asa is on the road for the first time.

the little fellow powers on, 

getting to know his new body and life on the outside

more and more each day.

and he shows me a new world, constantly ...

for now he sleeps. 

i change my strings for the show tonight and watch the rain fall outside.

angus

some things i'm noticing ...

it's snowing. admittedly not a lot, but there they are,
cheeky white flakes engaging in a flurry outside my window.
feels strange after the warm tease mother nature has given us recently.
you never know what that foxy lady will be up to next in these here parts ...

my eleven day old son is out on his first trip to town with mum and auntie.
i know he's a very brave little fella but that doesn't make it any easier for dad.
i finished a song for asa last night. feels good to sing it.
i may have to quicktime it soon and send to drew in PA
so we can play it at brittinghams. and that's the other thing ...

drew and i just confirmed a double bill show with 7 nations.
the first time we'll be sharing a stage not at a festival with the lads.
having first crossed paths in 1995 at a nashville college showcase,
we've found ourselves playing many of the same festivals.
long we've talked with kirk of doing a show together
but it has never worked out. until now it seems.
brittinghams is an irish watering hole both bands have played often
and i am particularly excited for this meeting,
having not heard kirk and the fellas play in a long while.
drew and i will be unveiling a whole new sound following on the heels of drew and dalbo's groundbreaking shows at the sonora celtic festival last month. BROTHER re imagined. with a hint of nations perhaps.
and this will be my first time performing as a father,
already the source of much inspiration.
it will definitely be a large celebration of a night for me ...

so there they are. the things on my mind.
or those things i can actually interpret.
and now i will continue to smell the gluten free bread baking,
strum my guitar
and await the return of my son.
my sun.

angus

world of asa

10 days i have been a father ...

words don't begin
to cover what i'm feeling.
when i look at him
i'm gone.
one little thing
born early in the morning.
bigger than anything i know.

... lichen and i are wonderfully weary, learning as we go.
it is asa's world. we are here to make sure he feels good.
it is indeed the best job in the world.
and to share this job with the one i love.
nothing better ...

it will be a while,
but i look forward to having the little family on the road,
sometime down the road.
for now, i hold my sleeping son and listen to john lennon's 'beautiful boy'.

angus

how can something so tiny be so huge?

march 30

today we begin our first full day at home with asa,
our beautiful son.
we brought him home yesterday,
a year to the day that we arrived here ourselves.
the elements combined to welcome him.
gentle rain then a mighty evening thunderstorm.

after being told to be ready for more than 2 weeks,
and with a drawn out and exhausting false start behind us,
the labour was blessedly quick.
we arrived at the birth center at 4am friday morning.
he was in this world by 5.

last thursday evening - actually the official due date -
i was thinking about shaving when i had the urge to write.
a song for our unborn child followed.
labour began soon after.
glad i left the razor for another day ...


... you're due today
your mum's been long in the family way
- we know you're worth the wait

so here we are
as everything falls apart
feels like a good place to start

we don't know your name
we'll know when we see you just the same
and our paradigm will shift again

everything will change because of you everything will change
we cannot wait i'm telling you
for everything to change

you're due today
but you will come in your own way
we'll be here
we will stay ...

lichey catches up on some sleep.
i type one handed with asa nestled in the other arm.
he sqeaks in his sleep.
that one thing so small can bring so many smiles
and be the cause for so much wonder
is indeed miraculous.
i give thanks.

angus