Abraham,
Over Memorial Day weekend your Grandma T came to visit. She had only met you once before, over Thanksgiving, when you had just had your surgery. I can't understand how times moves; those moments are etched in my memory as if burned there by acid, but it feels like a lifetime ago. This visit you were in great spirits and good health. You played with your Grandma and had private conversations. Visits to the Arboretum and Farmer's Market were hugely disappointing compared to the time we spent lolling on the front porch. The Carolina wrens nesting the eaves were busy collecting spiders and bugs for their babies. Sometimes they would fly under our chairs or sit in the dogwoods and sing to us. I remember a time not so long ago when three day weekends were hard on me. I'm not known for my relaxation skills. But now, the longer and lazier the day, the happier I am. All the more time to be family.
Pa-
