C'est Moi

this is for those who missed my posted link on rafa's roar --- or unbridled fury elsewhere on this site and beyond.

chuch, i found two wonderful videos of a famous father-daughter pair from you tube, and i know you'll love them both. enjoy!

*in the photo: my dad and mom at zaventem airport when they left for the states in 2005. it was to be their last visit to belgium. i am pregnant with kimi in this photo. previously, they had visited us faithfully for exactly a month the previous two summers.

i found another gem from you tube: a mother-daughter tandem singing and dancing in 1963. so talented. so flawed. so good.

the last bit of news i could pull out about novak djokovic dates back to his second round loss at wimbledon to marat safin. since then, he hasn't hit the headlines anymore. bring back my serb! ajde nole!

am still overcome by sweeping emotions. happy beyond belief. the one year agony of waiting and hoping and believing came to fruition last night, after camping on my futon for 7 straight hours, allergies ravaging my skin, i unable to move beyond getting myself a glass of water each time my throat dried, allowing myself another trip to munch on a pear... last year's debacle is a distant memory, a necessary pain that culminates in this fireworks of joy.

it is the morning after and i am still hung over. caught in a state of tears and laughter, relief and vindication.

he is a one-surface wonder no more. he isn't just a clay specialist. he is special. he is the new king of the championships at wimbledon. he is my one and only rafael nadal.