3 years! That must be a record, even for me. I think part of the problem with breaking the silence is that the longer you leave it, the harder it gets to say something. Then, when someone asks "so, what's new with you?" you wonder how to answer. Well, I do, at least. 

So what's been going on?

I remember

It snowed when you came home for the first time. A surprise white-out version of the world, completely unexpected, and perfectly magical. Now when it snows, I think of you.

And finger games, sat on a bench in a park. And feeding the ducks. And the way you leaned on me every morning. And your first words. And the last time I saw you.

All these things, as sharp as glass are held close to me today, as they always are, with a proud knowledge of the young man you are growing to become.

Happy birthday. I hope it brings you all that you wish for.


This seems appropriate

Not written here in.. ooh.. a long time, but just wanted to leave this here:

"For if you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners to be corrupted from their infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded from this, but that you first make thieves and then punish them. "  - Thomas More

The quote above was written in the 16th century. Seems quite appropriate today. (Tassja showed me it, and we were both keen to put it in view).