Obsessive and Depressive?

Someone in the household has been described by a professional as slightly depressive and obsessive and all I can say is......THAT'S MY BOY!!!  I can be slightly obsessive (you can probably hear my friend Eileen laughing in the distance). What other 12 year old falls madly in love with Early American Pattern Glass and makes Ruth Webb Lee her bible?  And am I slightly obsessed with the music I love?  Maybe.  All I know is that when I love....I love hard....really, really hard. I love Early American Pattern Glass. I love Ernie.  I love Ian Hunter.  I love Kane Welch Kaplin.  I love pepperoni.  I love my family.  And I love them all DAMN hard---too different degrees of course----pepperoni falls slightly below EAPG below Ian and KWK....and Ernie is above all.  Isn't that the best kind of love though?  Hard, long, true love?  My boy and I both love hard but we both love long and faithful.  Maybe we are a little depressive and obsessive but that's o.k.

Here are a couple of songs from a recent obsession....oops, I mean love....this song kills me.  If he started the chorus earlier it wouldn't be nearly as powerful....and hell....it's about his mother and what he has of hers.  Sometimes I look at the boys and wonder what they will be like as men....will I look at them and think "oh, Owen has my smile and Leo has Ernie's hair and my chin....or will it be other things that we can't see now?