True was three in August; he has leapt into three with every cell firing. He swallows vocabulary like seedless grapes; he has us giggling daily at his use of new words. Running or Baba's shoulders are his only transportation options. His intent sees no obstacles. He falls. But he hugs so dearly when comforted! Today on the island below the falls, he brought his mom a sand birthday cake with a small plant on top which he noted was the candle. Sweet energy!
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