This is why I can't listen to my ipod in public

There is a guy across the aisle from me rocking it out. Hard. Air guitar, lead vocals, et al. As much as I constantly have music playing in my head, currently Ella's version of "I've Got a Crush On You," and would love to fully focus on it, until this becomes publicly acceptable, I cannot. I would be shimmying and shaking and singing along with too many songs. Although I am currently thinking he's a wee bit insane, I actually admire him for it. (Is that weird...?) Dude has no shame. He feels like unabashedly reveling in his inspirations' creations, and he is. He seems so happy, you can't help but appreciate that joy for life and music. He's like a five year old. No shame, no qualms, just singing aloud in public. Sometimes music is just meant to be enjoyed. Who can blame him? I guess... I am socially inhibited, but apparently prefer being this way. I cannot focus on "radio Caley," or else I will start to sing. I will not. I will not.

Speaking of awesome little kids... I love my little brother. Maybe too much. It has become so painful to leave DC for NY that it took me an extra two days this time. I shouldn't feel badly for this, though, because in the end, family is the most important thing right? He is the sweetest, cutest, most loving little thing in the entire world and I have never loved anything in life as much as I love him. His new accomplishments (no quotations): pointing his index fingers, sometimes putting the tips of them together and staring at them, clapping (!!!), prolonged ahs and ehs and experimenting with d's and t's and what seem to be extended th's, and the other day he kept putting his giraffe wash cloth/tiny blanket over his face and excitedly kicking his legs while it remained there in anticipation of my noticing him in order to play peek a boo. His excited smile and guttural laugh and squeaks when he's excited or when we tickle him are the best sounds I have ever heard on this earth. How will I feel when I have my own children, because I cannot imagine loving anything more? I miss him already too much to write this and need to stop before I cry... again.



XOXO,
me