Bells Will Be Ringing...

I spent Easter Sunday with my girlfriend, and something indeed miraculous did happen.  I started out the morning very excited.  I guess there is still the remnants of a kid in me because I felt like I was getting up to see what the Easter Bunny had left me in my basket.
With all this excess energy, I planned on going to church and seeing if I could see Jesus in the crowd.  I had had a minivision as I was having my coffee and cigarettes on the front porch.  The lines in the trees looked to me like Jesus's face.  Now, staring at trees will do strange things to you.  I had looked at the tree for a real long time and seen a spaceman before, but never the king of kings.  With all this personal revelation, I no longer deemed it necessary to go to church, so I made other plans.

I planned on taking some homemade pizza and a milk jug full of smoothie I had whipped up down to the lake by my house and bringing a bible and hopefully running into Jesus there.  I talked to my girlfriend of two years, Leigh Anne, who had spent the night, and she was hyped up about that plan too.

The thing about plans is they often go awry or are not implemented at all.  So, what we actually did do was make an Easter calzone (a tradition in my family) and watch the Braves play baseball and the Blackhawks play hockey. 
A feeling came over me while I watched these games.  I felt like I was actually in the stands and that I actually had a miniscule amount of sway over who won.  It was an empowering feeling.

I took this feeling and started talking to Leigh Anne about my feelings.  I said, "I've been looking my whole life for somebody to complete me."

To which, she reponded, "You've found her, baby."