Journal: 11/02/05

Yesterday Noah and Jess came down for some afternoon fun with Matt on the day before his birthday. It was a lovely, balmy day, so we started with a pleasant walk in Wilcox Park. The leaves were plentiful, and we kicked them up as we walked and occasionally tossed them up like colorful fountains. We walked fairly slowly, enjoying the perfect fall weather, but now and then little Noah sprinted ahead and I dashed (as best I could) after the squealing, laughing fellow. Next we went up to the children’s room in the library, where we looked at a peacefully resting bunny in a cage, an enormous stuffed dragon, and a fat, puffy monkey on a shelf. We also sat on a couch and looked at picture books, with Noah every so often dancing a bit and wandering around and then coming back to the couch. Our final treat was pizza and pasta across the street at the restaurant. Noah entertained us by repeatedly asking us to “blow on it”, even though his pasta noodles cooled quite quickly. He also entertained us by simply being the sweet, inspiring, miraculous boy that he is. After dinner, we strolled under some early stars back to my apartment, where we hugged and kissed and sent the travelers on their way back up the country roads to Brooklyn, Connecticut.