Letters to Gabriel (one)
Gabriel Levi, I want to tell you something before I forget. There are dishes and laundry to be done, and a fridge that is in desperate need of being restocked after 10 days of hosting family. But I want to share this thought before it slips away. You, my son, are loved. You’re loved not just by your dad and me, your birth parents and grandparents, aunties and uncles, and cousins. But also by layers of friends, coworkers and neighbors who have taken us into their community as
