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a portrait of my son, once a week, every week in 2014

I sure did miss Cohen and these ten little toes while I was gone in NY. When I came home I had a greeting from him that I could only dream of...he ran from me. Oh! But then he ran back to me and as I held him close he rested his head on my shoulder for a good couple minutes. It was beyond precious and I savored every second.