I've not written about so many of your 'firsts'.  First day at daycare, first night staying at Nanna and Grandad's, first sentences.  And while they feel so crucial, so incredible at the time, I know the details will slip from our memories.  But that is life.  It is wonderful and fleeting and transient and joyful.  But my boy Arlo, know that every first...

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Today is one of those days that glow.  In fact it's been the last few days, where everything is pretty, meaningful/full.  Where I look at my boys shine and grow and I just stare at them non-stop, trying to make it sink deep.  These numbered days, when my boys are little, will most certainly be the days I look back on and yearn...

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Two or three times a year I get this way, a deep yearning feeling and a need to tap into that which resonates.  I often look to books, to specific authors - Hunter S Thompson, Herman Hesse, PJ  O'Rourke - but more often than not I reach for Tom Robbins.  I gather about me the books I have of his (I should really...

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