Catching Up

Abraham,
I have not forgotten these pages my son. Our days are rich, but time for reflection is scarce. I have stories to tell but life comes crashing by like a million miles an hour.

You had the fullest day today.

We visited Kim and Matt. He did a Portland-style, slo-mo, baby-safe crumpin' dance for you in his living room. Your laugh was clear and loud. It makes me sad to leave friends like that behind, but makes me happy that we have a network of amazing people across the globe. That's what a songline is really, a thread between people that extends over all time and all space. We leave this place but not this family.

Later, the ladies in the coffee shop came over and gushed over your reckless good looks. You humored them with smiles and coy glances. That was until their talked turned to the ever-changing trends of circumcision. Then you cried and they left. Well done.

The library, the grocery store, some home-made songs on the bouncy ball and then a well-deserved nap.

The sun shined brightly all day. It was magical.

Be sweet,
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