A letter to my son,
Hey baby... okay I know you are a big boy now. I was walking across campus today with a crazy big grin... Diane and I used to call it "left-over laugh" thinking about your love for tiny things... about how at the soup swap, you found one small, dark green leaf in a big backyard and showed it to folks with pride and intense scrutiny. It made me think about your choice of a pumpkin at Halloween... the smallest white one you could find, in a field of big orange beauties, how your choice of a Christmas tree was the one that barely came up to your waist. I think this love of things that just fit into your palm drives you to pick up a horsechestnut most days we walk by a certain tree on the way to school (you can still occasionally find one... months later), and why I always find a small stash of rocks, sticks and bark chips in your pockets... or in mine. Thanks butternut, for making me smile.
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