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.
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Rites of Passage
Remember being nine?
Kavaun this morning: "Look, I taught myself how to snap my fingers. Now all I need to learn is how to whistle and blow bubbles (gum)."
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