Life is Beautiful

At the risk of sounding manic, I'm going to state that today, I feel that life is beautiful.

Why? Simple. Omar's son woke up on his own out of a 4-month coma two days ago. This is the Omar I wrote about at Christmas time, who's son developed meningitis and got so sick they had to put him into a sleep-induced coma. For four long months, I've been diverting Omar's attention from his son through facebook -- me and an army of others who care about him deeply.

We've been playing MHA, chatting in IRC and IM, having CC's in Skype with the gang, and generally having an acronym of a good time! I adopted him as my little brother somewhere along the way, and we have even had a spat like siblings do -- it's very sweet, except the part where we drifted apart for a week or so.

But then his son freaking WOKE UP and said, "Where's daddy?" The hospital sent him home that day, and he's recouperating at grannies for a little while, where he can get spoiled rotten with attention. I even chatted with him on Skype yesterday -- there he was sitting on Omar's lap, sounding as precious as can be and looking like a normal, healthy 4 year old. He calls me "Auntie Lisa" and calls himself "Bob". LOL. Omar has taught him how to say Bob with an American accent.

AHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh. Elvis gospel is playing softly today, as the boys (Son #2 and Cousin) are still asleep in the next room. I am lazy, have nothing much to do, and have a whole day to do it in. Life is beautiful. 'Nuff said.