Dear son,

i forgot to tell you this, but a few weeks ago your papa’s friend from Amsterdam came to Paris with his wife and two little children, age 2 and 5. We hung around with them a couple of days, going one evening to the Parc de Bercy and then I went one afternoon and puttered around the jardin du Luxembourg with them.

The little boy, age five, was positively enamored with you. Before he met you, he kept asking when they were going to meet the baby. While we were spending time with them, he would every so often stop what he was doing and come around to look at you and to rub your head. It was so very sweet. It was so funny to see a little boy so taken with a tiny baby. Their mama told me that while they were in the hotel, they had a view of the Eiffel Tower, but they kept asking to see where your papa and the baby were.

Is that not the cutest thing ever? you definitely won some hearts there.

And I learned that the word in Dutch for “poop” is the same as in English, as evidenced when the children were watching you closely and then the little boy, J, leaned in and said “Pooped”. Sure enough, he was right.

In other news, we went to the American embassy the day before yesterday to file for a Consular Report of Birth Abroad of an American Citizen, and to get your first American passport. So you are indeed a little dual national, a citizen of the world. I hope that one day you will get the chance to know my and your papa’s birth land. I hope you will know both of your lands very well…


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