Sometimes, if we are curious enough, our wanderings can bring us new discoveries, deeper gratitude, and most importantly, a deeper appreciation of the gifts of others.

A letter and poem inspired by our grandson's first visit to Virginia.

A letter reflecting on my time in Boston with James

James, Today, Sunday, November 1st, you are exactly six weeks old.  And in your grandparents’ minds that is an important milestone. And here is the reason. When your dad was the same age, I was scheduled to attend my good friend Sam’s bachelor party in Washington D.C.  Sam was the best man in our own wedding, and he happens to be your uncle Jack’s Godfather. So, he really wanted me to be there. However, that afternoon before I left, your dad appeared very lethargic. So, as a precaution, I gave your grandmother Lizzy a phone number where she could reach me.  Later that evening your grandmother called me to tell…

James, You are so big. You had your one-month check-up today and you were 8 pounds and 13 ounces.  When you were born, you were 6 pounds. So, in one month, you have increased your weight by 46%.  Think about that. You came two weeks early.  So, if I do my math right, in one month you gained almost 50% of the weight you gained in a little over 8 months.  Your mom deserves most of the credit.  She has been so diligent in making sure you get all of the nutrients you need for a great start to grow up healthy and strong.  In addition, your mom and dad…