Author Archives: Marc

Abraham, You are our guiding light these days. You are endlessly bright and ready for the world, a good role model as we swim through a thick soup of tasks and details. In two days time we will board an … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

Abraham, Someone recently challenged us to think of your crying as a way to burn off energy, to spin the sparks of the day out and away. Maybe you cry like I bounce, late at night listening to the endless … Continue reading →

Abe, Some nights are like this. You are wide awake at eleven or twelve, maybe wired for sound, maybe a perpetual motion machine like your Pa. I have worse traits you could have inherited. It's rough on your Mom though, … Continue reading →

Abe, Today you laughed for the first time, a magical chuckle that offically makes you the most engaging person to ever be. We were playing games with your blanket and everytime I pulled it away and popped back into view, … Continue reading →

Abraham, On Christmas Eve you threw your first ever party, a smallish affair for your pick-up Portland family. There was pie and tea and fat cans of Hamm's for your Uncle Efrem. You bounced on various laps and at times … Continue reading →