Happy Birthday Xander
I have one really cool friend in New York who is turning seven (is it seven?) years old today. I've known his dad since his dad was eight years old, and it was strange to watch his dad become an adult. His mom is one of the three most important and influential women in my life, not counting my wife and my own mom. Xander has my undying love, being the first person I ever needed to take care of, to protect, to teach; and being such an incredible little boy.
I want you to know Xander that spending time exploring New York City with you will be one of the richest memories of my life. I can't think of Times Square or the East Village or Union Square or Ganas or a museum or a library without also thinking of you on my shoulders or holding my hand or running ahead of me as I yell for you to "stop" and "go" at some comfortable distance ahead of me. When I see a toy or read a book out loud or taste some food, I often think about how I would enjoy sharing that experience with you. I really enjoy sharing things with you, hearing what you think about them. I like inventing stories with you. I like listening to you talk.
Janella and I sent you some chocolate for your birthday. It's a special hot chocolate. It's not a powder. It comes in a chocolate bar. It's a Mexican hot chocolate, with a little bit of cinnamon. Of course you can just take a bite of the chocolate all by itself, but it's best melted. You just break a bar into a cup of really hot water (or milk) and whisk it up until it's nice and frothy. It's the best hot chocolate I've had and I wanted to share it with you, because anytime I drink a cup of hot chocolate or try a bite of something sweet I wish I could share it with you. It should arrive on Friday.
The next time you're in Ann Arbor I want to taste honeys with you. I've discovered so many different types of honey (dozens), and they all taste so wildly different from each other. I want to hear you talk about them after you taste them, and learn what you think about their tastes.
You rock, Xanman. You so totally rock.
I love you.
I want you to know Xander that spending time exploring New York City with you will be one of the richest memories of my life. I can't think of Times Square or the East Village or Union Square or Ganas or a museum or a library without also thinking of you on my shoulders or holding my hand or running ahead of me as I yell for you to "stop" and "go" at some comfortable distance ahead of me. When I see a toy or read a book out loud or taste some food, I often think about how I would enjoy sharing that experience with you. I really enjoy sharing things with you, hearing what you think about them. I like inventing stories with you. I like listening to you talk.
Janella and I sent you some chocolate for your birthday. It's a special hot chocolate. It's not a powder. It comes in a chocolate bar. It's a Mexican hot chocolate, with a little bit of cinnamon. Of course you can just take a bite of the chocolate all by itself, but it's best melted. You just break a bar into a cup of really hot water (or milk) and whisk it up until it's nice and frothy. It's the best hot chocolate I've had and I wanted to share it with you, because anytime I drink a cup of hot chocolate or try a bite of something sweet I wish I could share it with you. It should arrive on Friday.
The next time you're in Ann Arbor I want to taste honeys with you. I've discovered so many different types of honey (dozens), and they all taste so wildly different from each other. I want to hear you talk about them after you taste them, and learn what you think about their tastes.
You rock, Xanman. You so totally rock.
I love you.
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