SUPERLATIVE
3/25/03. 12:05am. Home.

... and at some point that morning, it crossed my mind again, like a million times before. Nothing earth-shattering, I know, in fact nothing that hasn't been said a hundred times, a hundred ways, by a hundred people a hundred times smarter than me.

The only thing new this time was that I actually agreed. For once. For now. For someone so obsessed with exact dates and times, someone who can see (and register) one 30th of a second -- I guess it was a big deal.

The past, I can't change.

The future, I can't predict.

The present, I can actually do something about.

I rolled to the left, I kissed you again, and for the rest of the morning I held you a little closer.