'The Present'
Originally posted December 2013
Seventeen years ago last month, my parents drove up from their new home in Wisconsin, and I drove over from Houghton to celebrate my sister's birthday. We went out for a nice dinner and returned to my sister's studio apartment in Ironwood to watch her unwrap gifts. At some point, we stuck a bow on the top of my son's head and snapped a photo of it.
Skip ahead a few years, and my son was showing his Buppa around our new apartment in Ripon, Wis. He pointed to the photo of himself decked out with a bow and told Buppa, "And that was when I was a present."
My father loved sharing that story.
Today, my son told me he needs a baby picture for his yearbook.
"Where's the one where I was a present?"
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