Author Archives: Marc

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

Abraham, You are always someone new to me. What was a certainty about you yesterday is no longer true. A week ago you hated being changed and protested mightily when we put you on the table. Now, you smile serenely … Continue reading →

Abraham, Because your Grandma always wants to know, today you weighed 10 pounds and 2 ounces. We can only weigh you on Tuesdays, when you get the casts off. You are a trooper about this very intrusive process. You let … Continue reading →

Abe, Your Grandma T sent this sweater, a relic from my own infancy. You look like such a little man to me. You woke very early this morning in a certain amount of discomfort that we attribute to last night's … Continue reading →

Abraham, I wish I spent more time writing to you about these first days. There is a lot to tell about the casts on your legs that aim to straighten your off-kilter ankles. There's a lot to tell about how … Continue reading →

Abraham, It was a week ago now that your Mom started the long process of churning you out into this world. I only commemorate that anniversary because it has been the most strange and amazing week. The greatest day of … Continue reading →