Friday, July 17, 2009
Sasha and I stroll through New Canaan this evening instead of our usual woods walk. At every crosswalk and corner, someone stops to congratulate me. People comment on how alert Sasha is, how connected. Lucky for you. How wonderful. Congratulations. I just adore him, I exclaim, and I do. Looking down at his goofy little face, I realize that I am doing something right.