January 24, 2016
Let me leave the subject of inanimate objects worried about being remembered and direct your attention to...babies. Last week, there was a two-year-old here, and his laughter sometimes sounded like chimes. That's the lovesick aunt talking. Truth is, he's now a little person with his own quirks. He's a little hard to talk to, because he has his own decisions and he likes showing you that he knows he can do a lot of things on his own now. Kind of heartbreaking, but makes me glad, too. Miss his smell, his two-year-old endearingly sweet arrogance.