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Claire and Cotton on a cold winter afternoon.

In the warmth of their apartment. Blanketed in love.

He will get older.

So will she.

Things will get better.

Things will get worse. In and out. Up and down.

But he will always love his mother.

She will always love her son.

Ten thousand things will change. 

That never will.

baltimore (county) baby

She made me a bagel and opened a bottle of champagne. We moved from room to room, avoiding the parts of the house under construction.

I met them both my first day of college. Separately. She was moving into the dorm across the hall with a "Stop. The Party's Here." poster.  He was at a party, questioning whether or not someone as young as me should be allowed to stay.

Now I go to visit them in their home in Baltimore  County, having left the city for a giant backyard and detached garage.  They get her parents to watch the baby for a spell so they can ride their motorcycles on the county roads.