Two-year-old Beckett often called out, "I hold you!" And no matter where I was standing -- empty-handed at his bedside or juggling grocery bags, a laptop bag, lunch box and preschool art in our driveway -- I could not refuse him. I loved his upside-down language. And I loved being able to grant his wish. To let him hold me.
Here I look forward to sharing snapshots of Beckett's young life with family and friends - and, someday, with him. I also look forward to exploring and sharing the other things in life that beckon me to pick them up, pay them attention, carry them with me wherever I go.
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