Oh. My. God.

You see...it's just that...well what happened is...and then they....but it...and then he...
He just turned up.
He may have been completely the opposite of what would be described as 'fashionably late' but nonetheless he is here and he certainly made a show of it regardless.
He is ridiculously cute. I mean - ridiculously. No one being should be allowed to be that cute.
And he is divine. In a way that those among the unreligious (not non, just un) of us have momentary visions of some old guy sitting in a turret somewhere playing with a great big kahunker of clay (it was a dream I had when I was a kid, stays with me forever)..
And of course he is popular. Not in that icky arrogant way, just that everyone, everyone thinks he is lovely and, well, he is.
He is reeeeeeally lovely.
He is Jasper.
And no. I know that the majority of my rants in this domain are about men and boys and the lack of men and boys in my life and how I like men and boys and how I wish there were more men and boys in my world.. No. He is neither a man or a boy. He may be one day but not in that way. I will love him for sure. I will think that the sun shines out of his behind and I will probably let him get away with things that I would reconsider later (although, I am not too sure about that part).
He is this feller.
I said to Megs, first thing, when I saw her at the hospital - "You just can't do anything in a normal way, can you?!"
But who cares. They are both extremely well (friends of hers to later have children will likely lament the fact that she didn't look like anything had happened to her more than a small lack of sleep) and they both will probably be home before we know it.
*sigh*
Who would have thought that this cold old spinster would just fall apart and gush... GUSH PEOPLE!!! about a baby. Known for not liking babies (and do not fret folks, this has not changed, I kind of wanted to drop my Spotlight goodies on a screaming baby only yesterday) I find it slightly disconcerting how I feel about Jasper.
And of course - the bullshit that people feel they MUST spout whenever a girl of my age starts to say how cute a baby is (for fuck's sake people - YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW I THINK AND FEEL DO NOT TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK I THINK!!), because apparently I am now 'clucky' and 'it won't be long' and 'you'll change your mind' when I say nah, I don't think I really want to have babies..
But. I disregard this all and just smile through it because I am actually coming to terms with how I feel about him.
I think he is lovely, this lucky little feller. So lovely he inspired me almost immediately and I came up with that design, and perhaps very soon he will be snuggling down to sleep with his own lucky little llamas.
Lovely little Jasper. Lucky M&T.
xx