Abe,
Today you and I danced to:
- “Windfall” by Son Volt
- “Redemption Song” by Bob Marley
- “Big Indian” by The Dandy Warhols
- “Tomorrow Comes Today” by Gorillaz
- “Let The Cool Goddess Rust Away” by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
That means it was a good day.
Sweetest dreams my friend,
Pa-
P.S. I also read to you about the rocks and minerals of New England: micas, garnets, feldspars and quartz. You slept in my lap and the words fell around you like raindrops.
Abe,
When I visit, we’ll dance to Natalie MacMaster and Sharon Shannon. You’ll love it!
Grandma
Abe,
The weekend before you were born I went with your mother and father to the Tao of Tea on Belmont in Portland. We spoke about many things, trying to avoid the topic of work as your father and I work together in Salem. We spoke of making a movie about sabotage. We spoke about over priced furniture. We spoke about how to recreate the feeling of anything being possible or maybe even better — everything being possible. The feeling that no matter what, at that moment, you could do anything. No doubt your mother (and your father for that matter) was closer to that feeling with your birth just a week away than maybe even she realized at the time. I do not know. We did not talk much about you. That is not to say that you were not present in all the conversations, rather your parents are just that good at conversation to have you be a part of all of it without anyone really noticing. Sublime. Honest.
At some point I might have said that you are lucky to have such parents, but I do not believe it is luck. In fact, please know that it is not. Even after just one conversation with your family, I know that your parents would not leave such a precious person and situation simply to luck. You are entitled to all the grace and blessing that having such a family brings you. The world is yours, use it. Everything is possible.
I look forward to meeting you. I promise to be less dramatic and more fun in person. I just had to get that out of the way.
Your friend,
Graham
Well as usual I’m one of the last to chime in… I never check my computer as often as I should.
Anyway congrats on the arrival of “TRIPLE A”…
I’m not as poetic or philosophical as most of those who posted but I can say that parenthood is the coolest…
When I was diagnosed with cancer (especially my type), alot of stuff goes through your head…for me it wasn’t the things I have done, but the things I haven’t yet done…like having a family…
Meeting Wendy and having Nick have been the best things in my life…Crazy,incredible,stressful,funny,scary,smelly,…
Anyway my point is to never fail to appreciate the amazing little life you have made…I wish you good luck, much patience, and a sense of humor…love, uncle mike
Welcome Sweet Baby! I can’t take my eyes off your picture in your father’s hands. You have his dark shiny hair, and you have your mother’s glowing skin- you are one gorgeous little boy! I wonder if your Aunt Susan’s theory about Darks and Lights will apply here- because you have dark hair, but your mom is definitely a Light like me…will you have the spunk of your great-grandmother Jennie? Time will tell. Everyone can breathe a sigh of relief now that you’ve made your journey safely, and now it’s time to go about the business of living! I can’t wait to meet you…I have lots of Cozzolino stories to share! And I just know you’ll love the fried smelts as much as I do when you visit some Christmas Eve!
Much love to you Abe, and to your mom and dad.
Jennifer