today i was watching oprah. did you see it?
there was a segment where this dad read letters he wrote to his newborn son who had a terminal disorder. the doctors didn't think the baby would live past birth, but he did. little eliot acutally lived for 99 days - an amazing miracle! so it was a video/photo montage of eliot with the dad reading these incredible letters of how much he loved eliot, how proud they were of him, & how happy they were to get up @ 3am & take care of him, how they celebrated each day of his life like it was a birthday... so i was sobbing. sobbing & thinking about how amazing life would be if i could grasp this kind of thing in the midst of the mundane, if i could truly understand what it means to be thankful for my life, and especially for my son's life...
that's when hudson puked.
yeah, you read that right - he puked 3 times right in the middle of my contemplation of the essense of real life.
he has amazing comedic timing.