Heath

I was all prepared to write about something else. About how Harlow is just minutes from crawling. About my ukulele. About my love affair with zoloft. About Harlow's amazing new babysitter!

But all I can think about is how sad I am that Heath Ledger is gone.

I read the news that he was found dead this afternoon, and as silly as it sounds, I felt like I'd lost a friend.

I've been fascinated by him ever since I saw him in 10 Things I Hate About You - a crap teen comedy whose only redeeming factor was the adorable Aussie with the shaggy hair and sweet dance moves. When I first moved to LA, it seemed every bus in town was plastered with ads for a forgettable series called Roar - but I never forgot the handsome mug whose face accompanied me on my commute to Warner Bros. He seemed set for a future of pretty boy romantic comedies, but he surprised us. There was the tragic, stunted son in Monster's Ball, the aging, wheeler dealer California boy in Lords of Dogtown. And then just absolute heartbreaking perfection in Brokeback Mountain. After I saw the trailer for the new Batman, I got chills. I told Caleb that I felt like I was witnessing the birth of a star. Here was a future Robert Duvall, a Pacino. An actor who was handsome enough to carry a film yet talented enough to make you forget about those looks when he disappeared inside a character. He was just getting started, and now he's gone, leaving behind a daughter who will only know him like the rest of us can - from his movies. So incredibly sad for his family. So incredibly sad for us.