I do remember going when Theo was born, and when he was blessed, and when his parents brought him to Boston for the Marathon, but my fondest memories are when I came for Ida's birth. It was October in the East, and it was breezy and a bit chilly, but Theo and I went for twice and thrice daily walks in the lovely woods around where they lived. We walked, and swang, and slid, and climbed up on a parked tractor - Theo's favorite.
It was a special time to walk and talk - mostly I talked - but I remember those crisp fall days fondly. I feel like Theo and I have been connected since that time - and I love spending time with him - reading, walking, playing card games, doing puzzles, getting the mail, and exploring about the neighborhood.
Eight is a special, important time - and I'm looking forward to being with him at his baptism. And any other times I can work in.
Have a happy day Theo - it's "great to be eight!!"
