
As I write this I am also thinking about a friend my daughter adores. My friend from grad school is visiting from North Carolina this week for the Denver Film Festival. His name is Chris and my daughter insanely adores him. I usually get asked on a bi-monthly occasion as to whether we can go visit Chris or invite him to our house; seeing as he lives in Winston-Salem, NC, it is a bit hard to honor that request. On Friday, his first full day here, all morning long all I heard was: "Where's Chris? Is Chris calling us? Is he going to be here soon? Are we walking to where Chris is? Is the phone ringing? Is it Chris? When do I get to see Chris?" Chris. Chris. Chris. Chris.
(top photo by Anne)
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