Turning Wintrish

Some days are better than others, I suppose. Yesterday started quite unpromising, with fog nipping at the edge of the balcony, by lunchtime, the sky had turned to this presage of winter, and by evening, it was clear again, the city glistering below us.

And so it was with Justin. This picture was taken at bathtime. I suppose it must be a usual stage of coming to terms with his condition, but so often he looks to us like any typical baby; despite the evidence and the meetings with consultants, we rashly hope that there's been some wonderful error. It's not that we wouldn't love him just as much, it would just be that much easier. At the moment, it makes no odds: he's a great wee man, as my sister said. But then I wonder about the future: will he have the same fun in snaffling a doughnut on the cable car, and coveting his friend's...

This only reminds me that one shouldn't project too far ahead...about anything: eat your doughnuts while you may!

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