Gobsmacked Geek

My mom and I went Christmas shopping last Sunday. We were in JCPenny's, looking at watches for my brother. She picked one up and said "Mmph?" I replied "Mmf." She put it down. I picked one up and asked "Mhm?". She promptly answered "Muhum."

A lady stood by and stared at us talking in grunts.


How close can a family get when its members begin to communicate without words, when even with the slightest tilt of the head, raise of an eyebrow, murmur, each one knows what the other is thinking.

My dad has the bad habit of never finishing his sentences sometimes. Yet, we all know exactly what he's talking about.

There's a kind of sublime unity that a family reaches when its members truly care for each other.

This Christmas I realized what I enjoyed every year was not opening my gifts but watching everyone else open theirs.

Pictures to come later.