Two hundred and eighty-five. That’s just a hundred short of one for just about every day this year.
Happy birthday blog. I remember writing my first blog entry on the morning before the last day of the administration of the bar exam. I talked about how, when you and I speak, we have a certain rhythm. We do.
Mmmhmmm. Now I’m in this whole new world with you.
I love you, happy daddy.
