If there is one person in the entire bible that i can say i have a good handle on what he thought or i can say that i understand his feelings, it would be the older brother in the story of the prodigal son. i can’t say much (no, ang, this isn’t a reflection of you…), but i AM that guy, because i’m a jerk like that. you know the feeling – i want a party to be thrown for me for doing the right thing. but never in a million years would i trade a party for what life has brought the prodigal.

i was watching Criminal Minds on wednesday and one detective told the other (formerly Greg of the Dharma era): “That’s not your conscience talking, it’s your ego.”

Good stuff to chew on, self.

On a happier note, Henry has slept through the night for 2 in a row. i’d like to think we’re on to something here. thanks, rebecca for the pep talk.

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