365 x 2 = Riley

Update: Go on over to Kim’s for the next Surprise! feature!

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To the boy who can sit at a table for an hour and push a grain of rice around the edge of a bowl, pushing, pushing, with no objective in mind, only to watch.

To the boy whose dimple when you smile melts hearts and people ask why isn’t he a catalogue model?

To the boy who dances with abandon.

To the boy who is coy with strangers yet will, at taking your leave, crook them a little three-fingered wave.

To the boy who runs up to other boys with the surest belief of his own self and all the confidence that brings.

To the boy who becomes emotionally distressed if his sister leaves the room so much as for a minute.

To the boy with the ever-fluctuating temper; quick to quell, quick to reingnite. 

To the boy who loves, who is love, who encompasses it all.

Happy Second Birthday, buddy. It’s hard to believe you were ever this small.

 

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In other news, my father is here to visit for a few days. Accordingly, as is my body’s habit, I have come down with a cold; it’s as if my white blood cells put up their arms and say, “Well, help is on hand! Time for a holiday, boys.”

Send me lots of chicken-soup vibes, okay?