Echoes.

Guitar Hero with my daughter.
Having a blast.
She’s kicking my butt, of course.  I’m not coordinated enough to play this game well, and I get so tense because the chords aren’t done on tempo really and end up with sore arms at the end because of the effort.
Of course, Wii has turned out to be a much greater workout than I had originally imagined.  Especially if you do the games the way they were designed to be played instead of taking the shortcuts.

At the moment, Abbey is playing Black Magic Woman, totally underestimating Clapton, thinking that because the song has a mellow tempo that she’s going to be able to play it out.
I’m enjoying her frustration.
She underestimated the Clapton.

And because of it, has switched to Tenacious D.
Life is sweet, my friends.

This weekend has been a bit of a long one.
I’m glad I have tomorrow off to spend some time with the young one and recoup a bit, but I believe it’s one I’m not going to  be able to brush off for a while.
We’re facing a lot, the two of us, and she’s going back and forth so much that she’s spun my head completely around – and probably everyone else’s though.

I believe I know what’s best for her though – I definitely pray that I continue to be guided along the right path.

I’m definitely glad she’s home tonight – that adds to the level of peace I have.
I hope beyond hope that things stay this way.