Blowing a kiss

That's Gabriel on the left, who came for a play-date with Orlando, on the right, blowing me a kiss. Gabe's grandmother lives in Portland, and I'm hoping to meet her when I get back. Orlando is the six year old daughter of Olga and Denise, the friends I'm staying with until Tuesday. Olga, who comes from New Orleans and whose family I've known for years, made okra, rice, and chicken thighs for dinner. I'm in heaven.

Today was my son Seth's 42nd birthday. Often in my dreams he is the age of these two. Time really does feel like it exists in a spiral, not a line.