Monthly Archives: November 2005

Abraham, I owe you so many stories; these are rich days. Most of your short life you have worn thick plaster casts on your legs. They are bulky things, that stretch from your toes to the top of your thighs. … Continue reading →

Abe, While your grandparents were here we took them into the Columbia Gorge to Multnomah Falls and the Bonneville Dam. You were packed so tightly in foul weather gear, you couldn't relax your arms. You slept so peacefully, even as … Continue reading →

Son, There's so much to tell and no time. Life goes by like a million miles an hour. All I have for you of the last several days are these meandering stories. Last night there was precious time in your … Continue reading →

…while sleeping. And wearing some very large pants. That's one of your casts peeking out from your cuff.