Hey Bubsy,

I turn 35 today. Zorik says it's my "Coral Birthday", whatever that means. It's a big deal to them, but then again, every birthday is. Mom thinks they just say that to hijack my birthday.We plan on going over to Toma & Zorik's this afternoon for a mini-feast. Pork Brats, Xachapuri and some veggies.

I took you to summer camp this morning - you woke up with a slight fever. You were so sweet and cooperative. I got sunscreen all over your little body and you got a tight ponytail from Mom, which is rare. You can't take anything in your hair for more than 5 min. We'll see if it's still there when we pick you up. I made you a lunch too, with your 1st juice box. You caught a peek of it while I was putting it in the bag and you said, "What's that colorful thing? Is that a juice box?" Nothing gets by you.

Little Bubs. You are my sweet. Sometimes during the day I get a thought about you in my head - I think about our lives. I think about the way they are so short and fleeting. I see my parents and their place in time - your place in time. It makes me tear up.

That is why, in a way, I decided to start this blog. I want to be able to talk to you and get my thoughts out. Something we can share, even when I'm gone. Because one day we'll all be gone, and that's not a sad thing - it's a wonderful thing that we even got to share one little moment. This life is wonderful and terrible all at the same time. And every day I am trying to focus on the task at hand - the immediate thing that I can crunch up and chew up and swallow. Even at thirty-five, I am still learning what it is all about. I see glimpses of clarity every day. I add them up. I kiss you on the middle of your back - it's the softest sweetest spot I know in the world.