Every now and then I like to post one of these old pictures of tiny Mabel just to trip myself out. Yesterday in Union Square she was playing with a little boy named Levi who was just shy of his first birthday--as she is in the photo above. He seemed at once so impressively well-formed--he could walk! and make faces! and touch things!--while at the same time so little and tottering and wee. That push/pull of being simultaneously impressed by and protective of these small people who have somehow been entrusted to our care continues. Probably forever, I now suppose.
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