This started as a place to write about my first summer at home with my son and has evolved into celebrating presence with my family. Baba means dad in Farsi and my children refer to me as baba. These are snapshots that honor my wife Beata and our family. These passages are not intended to duplicate my handwritten journal.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
This realization just occurred to me tonight in a crystal clear sort of way: I have never been so in love in my life.
Thank you Kavaun.
Thank you Beata.
I am one very lucky man.
These are such sacred times.
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