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Every day is a chance to make something new. At one point this afternoon, my son had a Pepsi 24-pack container on his head as a beautifully bright-colored shield/helmet. And tonight my sweet little sister-in-law delivered her new baby! Not quite the same, but the point is that each day something changes, and that is a welcome thought. In these pictures, Trip and Will are enjoying the spring weather and have decided to make a tank with this box. Video of how it turned out is on Facebook. Or should be if everything works out.

From 'To A Young Son' by Julia Johnson Davis

In your face I sometimes see
Shadowings of the man to be,
And eager, dream of what my son
Will be in twenty years and one.

But when you are to manhood grown
And all your manhood ways are known,
Then shall I, wistful, try to trace
The child you once were in your face?

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MY LITTLE ONE - By Tennessee Williams

My little one whose tongue is dumb, whose fingers cannot hold to things, who is so mercilessly young, he leaps upon the instant things, I hold him not.

Indeed, who could? He runs into the burning wood. Follow, follow if you can! He will come out grown to a man and not remember whom he kissed, who caught him by the slender wrist and bound him by a tender yoke which, understanding not, he broke.

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We are so very glad that you are happy...
long may you keep so, my dear boy...
May you go on as well
as you have begun.
- Charles Darwin

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