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New York, New York, the big city seeming more big city every day to me as I become more Oregonian, also every day. Here it is October now and I’m visiting.

Everything sparkles along with Eva’s three-year-old eyes and her three-year-old smile beams as she greets me from ear to ear, “Grandad.” This is an all-at-once event, past and future gone for a moment, melting into this lovely little girl greeting me as Grandad with a huge smile and a hug.

And behind her, his own little face beaming, the younger sib adapting instantaneously, and, remarkably, since he’s still getting his one-year-old voice and vocabularly, there is Boyan, beaming, and also saying, surprisingly distinctly, “Grandad.” And, just like his sister, giving me another huge smail and a big hug.

And then there followed a short, but sweet, visit. I picked Eva up at school, we dillied and dallied on the way back home, she showed me her parks and her playgrounds with pride. We read and read and read about princesses and princesses and princesses.

And Boyan, instantly familiar, flashing his smart smile and his mischevious grin. I’m so glad Paul has video, he’s amazing onthe scooter at barely 20 months old. You have to see it to believe, and even then, remind yourself that this little guy is not even two years old until next February.

And thus passed another good visit with Paul and Milena and Eva and Boyan. I sure wished they lived closer.

Some of the pictures here are from the New York Children’s Museum, which was our Saturday excursion.

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