I remember what it was like the first time I saw Roby. The whole world tilted on it’s axis. Time slid backwards and forwards, the very perspective of the universe itself was adjusted to fit her more accurately at the center. It was awesome. Exceptional. The Best. Outstanding. 

While I’m often struck by the sheer magnitude, beauty, and importance of this person, I will say it isn’t quite as potent as that first time. It’s to be expected. But, BUT, every time I see her remains pretty dang astonishing. It’s like seeing a celebrity, a small one. Not in terms of fame, but stature. 

I caught a glimpse her just now, asleep on moms back, her hands up to her chin, mouth agape, snoozin’. It was awesome, just the best. I could stare at her for hours. Usually she doesn’t let me, or work doesn’t, or supper, or the dog, or any one of the myriad things we’ve got to take care of. 

If I could, I’d just read sci fi and write stories with her and build fences, that’d be a good way to be, and it’s worth remembering. Maybe she wouldn’t care for it, I guess we’ll find out.