Real Life

There are no cell phones. No text messages. No instant messages, alerts, or notifications. There are no emails. No attachments. No one to reply to. There are no apps. There isn't an iPad, an iPhone, or iPod. There are no status updates. Nothing to like, dislike, or comment on. I don't care where my friends are right now and I'm not interested in what they care to share with the whole world. No events. No invitations. Not a single profile picture. There isn't Pandora or a Market or Hipstamtic pictures. There are no ringtones or uploads. There is nothing to share because this moment is mine.

It is only me and Eliza Kate. There is a cd player that I put a cd into and pushed three different buttons to find a good song. It is Uncle Tupelo. We are dancing. She has nestled herself into my chest. She is loving this as much as I am. We dance for fifteen minutes by ourselves. No one is home. I feel her hair on my chin. I feel her skin on my fingers. I feel her giggle. I feel her giggle. Her gaze is up and my tears run down because I'm pretty sure this is as real as life is supposed to get.