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4. Summer Sol(eia)stice

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We're still giddy.

Your caput is still large.  It worries your mother.

I've taken the night shifts with you, seeing you through and making sure that the most important investment in and of our lives is still there for us when the dawn comes.  SIDS is, to us, a far worse acronym than HIV, or MAD.  We are literally more afraid of SIDS than we are of nuclear holocaust.  One keeps us up at night and the other doesn't.

Even now you smile and while I might wonder if you even know what happiness is, I don't care what makes your lips curl.  All I know is what it does to my heart when they do.

The Solstice has finally come, the longest day of the year.  But for your mother and me, the Solstice will always be June 6th - the day that our sunshine without end began.

- Papa

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