Letters to Gabriel (two)
Today, I did what parents do. I was ill-prepared. But I survived. And, what's more so did you! 4:22 p.m. A text from day care lights up my phone. “Gabriel has a fever of 103.3” I look up and share the news with my colleagues. “This is my first time... Is this like Tylenol-level fever or ER-level fever?” They each offer varying advice. 4:24 p.m. I texted your Dad in Texas. He calls Dr. Moore, who recommends I take you to urgent care. 4:30 p.m. I pick you—a red-cheeked, d
