My daughter -- you all know her as "Peanut" -- and I don't get to see each other often enough. We talk on the phone almost every day, but she lives in Minneapolis and I live in Los Angeles and eventually maybe that will change, but maybe it won't. I miss her like crazy. She's such an awesome kid I can't even tell you. "Candy Girl" sort of froze her at 3 years old, if you've read that, but she's eight now, and she's rad as hell. Today on the phone I reeled off a whole string of totally confusing information to her, and she interrupted me with "Hang on, hang on. Do you come with subtitles?" I laughed so hard I almost puked.
Whenever I want to sort of feel her close to me, I play this song. That sounds so corny, but there you go, I'm a sentimental guy. Her middle name is "Willow," after this gorgeous, heartbreaking Paul McCartney song, my very favorite off his "Flaming Pie" album.
She's coming next week, for the whole week, and I couldn't be more overjoyed. Enjoy. And happy Easter, everybody.