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  • Dear Pierson,

    Oma, Papa, Mama, Dada, Uncle Kevin and I all got dressed up to take a picture with you today. Papa even flew to Denver especially for this event. He was at work flying airplanes and wearing ties, so he couldn't get much time off. You will grow up looking at this framed picture. It will tell you how much your family loves you, even if we can't spend every day with you like Mama and Dada.

    I snapped this shot of you and Mama while the photographer was getting ready to take the formal picture.

    The best part (so far) of having a baby nephew is that I get to know him from almost the very beginning of everything. I bet Mama and Dada would say the same thing. :) Sometimes when you meet people when you're not babies anymore, like at school, at camp, or at work, it's easy to get confused and think that they are good people if they do nice things to you, and bad people if they do mean things to you. But with people you've known since they were babies, pretty often it's easy to remember their original innocence and never stop loving them, just like the book Mama, Do You Love Me? says. Oma used to read that book to Uncle Kevin. (Did you know that every time Oma tells Uncle Kevin that she loves him, he still sometimes says, "even if I put lemmings in your mukluks?", and Oma still always says yes?) That's a pretty great feeling. I think it's called unconditional love. But maybe it isn't just for babies...

    Right now I am looking at this picture of Mama holding you, while you reach for the light box. And all of a sudden I am having a very exciting thought: this is how we should see everybody else we ever meet!

    What if we looked at other people (not just the babies) and could really see something pure? What if we saw even just a little twinkle in everyone that stayed whole from the very beginning of everything? What if we reached for that light, like you are doing in this picture?

    Want to do this experiment with me?
    We can practice together!

    buckets and buckets of sunshine love,
    Aunt Kiki
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