What a Difference a Year Makes
posted in Uncategorized |Connor, one year ago, circa 9 PM, roughly two hours old (you’ve seen the hand before):
Tonight, at his birthday party:
Saying much more would probably turn me into a blubbery mess, so we’ll just leave it at that.
Oh, except: for his first birthday, I’ve set up an e-mail address of his very own. It’s his-first-name ‘at’ his-last-name dot-com (I’d rather not type the actual address in plain text so as to cut down on the mail he receives from Nigerian money launderers, discount pharmaceutical firms, and other, less appropriate correspondents). I plan to formally give it to him at some as-yet undetermined point in the future (how old is old enough for an e-mail address?), at which point I think it’d be cool to have lots of messages from all sorts of people. Keep in mind that you’re probably writing for a 4 or 5-year-old, so keep it relatively simple and short. I’ll of course be checking the inbox from time to time to prune spam and get rid of creepy messages from strangers and retouching those messages insufficiently enthusiastic about the virtues of listening to ones’ parents, but otherwise: have at.