One day, Errol may talk. For now, at 14 months, there are no words, but there is plenty of laughter. Today was an especially uproarious day: Mama's songs, Errol's bouncer (think baby, not bar), and his favorite dinner (lima beans and sorrel - go figure), made him shake with laughter. Errol's happiness is audible and ubiquitous. I write Errol's story because Errol can't, and although he has no words (yet), Errol's smile tells you all you need to know.
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After a long read, two tearful eyes and one quick trip to wikipedia to look up "sorrel," I am touched by your joy and strength. Thank you.
HI Jonathan,
It was great to run into you at breakfast the other day, and then I saw the article about your blog. Errol is as handsome in his photos as he is in person, and Owen has million-dollar hair. I wish you and Cary the best. I hope we cross paths again sometime.
Kelly
Dear Jonathan,
Thank you for your blog. Errol is so cute as is Owen! My son, RJ, was also born with RTS. He is now 7. He too is truly a gift though his big sister doesn't always think so.
By the way,the smiling never stops.
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