Dear Ronin,
I must have blinked. Suddenly, you have transformed into a toddler.
No longer a helpless, lump of meat – you now walk, and talk, and play, and sing. This adds up to a whole lot of fun, but it also means that we have to keep an extra eye on you.
The hot summer days have allowed us to spend a lot more time in the back yard. You like to dig and play in the garden. You like to pick the ripe berries and the unripe tomatoes. But, more than anything else, you like to play in the the water.
Your father,
Gabriel