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Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence–from Domestic Abuse to Political Terror
The Supper of the Lamb: A Culinary Reflection (Modern Library Paperbacks)
Things I Have Learned: Chapel Talks
Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day: The Discovery That Revolutionizes Home Baking
April 3rd, 2009
Happy Birthday, Big Boy!
What a day that was, punkin. The day you were born.
Just this week you are starting to correctly say “milk” (instead of “rilk”), but “firetruck” is still something I’d rather we didn’t talk about in polite company. You demand a kiss, a squeeze hug, and a ‘nuggle at every parting. You told me this morning that eating bugs was “gistuskin’” [disgusting]. You still closely identify with Yoshi and Caillou. And you can answer your first catechism question very clearly. 
Your favorite joke is:
Knock-knock.
Who’s there?
Goats. [Ghost]
Goats who?
Goats to show my name you know. [Goes to show you that you don't know my name.]
You’re a magpie. You swipe little, little tiny things and the more the better. Dice, pennies, a tiny playmobil cell phone. . . . Your dad and I wonder what God will do with this curiosity in the future.
Right this minute, you’re in my lap, snuggling my “chets” [chest] and forcing us to rock back and forth. “You’re my Mommy.” you say, as you cut your eyes.
We love you, Gavin. Happy Birthday. Stolat! May you have a 100 more!
