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The doors slide open, and I board. It’s busy---bulky luggage crowding the floor. A mother with a hard shell suitcase sits, an infant on her lap, smiling at me. I smile back. I start to read my book and a short way in, mom unstraps the harness, turns baby around so she can sleep on her chest. And she does immediately. That’s the only world she’s ever known, the only way she’s ever been and I remember when the same was true for you and me. I cherished those days! I put off other things like work to be there in your world together as much as I could afford. The hard thing about being your dad is that you have to be you--- you have to grow on, go on, and flee cocoon after cocoon. And here you are now: Climbing, jumping, sliding, squirming! requesting, riding, drawing, feeding, teasing, goofing off and I wonder if you recall--- although it was not long ago--- all the hours that you spent, slept, played and simply were, safe and always on the way toward these new and older yous, cradled in your papa’s arms. All those Lous I never could forget. Those days were the only ways I ever knew to be with you, and breath by breath you depend on Papa less and less I doubt of us who really was the lamb.
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