Grandma C

Abraham,
Your Grandma Cynthia came to visit last week. She was here for one happy day without your casts and she weathered the first days after your surgery with us all. She told you stories in a quiet voice, a private conversation between Grandma and Grandson into which parents best not intrude. She bounced you and rocked you and marveled at your beauty and charm. She brought you a book about two pigs named Toot and Puddle. She did dishes and gave your Mom and I a chance to take a twenty minute walk around the neighborhood all by ourselves, our first private time not stolen while you were sleeping.

We all had Thanksgiving dinner together with my friend Cheyney, a wandering soul I met in Korea almost a decade ago. We gave thanks for your health and well-being, your strong voice and willingness to share your thoughts and ideas. We gave thanks for friends and family and community, a network of amazing people that spans the globe. One of my favorite things about my life with your Mom is having our own holiday celebrations. In many ways they define family for me. And now those celebrations take on a new richness, as this family grows. Already, you have your first Advent calendar. It hangs on the wall near your 'low gallery', a collection of photographs and other art at ground level. Today we opened a small door on the Advent calendar and found a tiny blue teddy bear. Tomorrow, another treasure.

G'night.

Pa-