It’s 7:39 in Park City. The sun has risen. My son has just risen. Good morning Rue. I love you, you dear little thing.
He has his iPad. He’s playing something with the sound off. Probably Angry Birds. First thing in the morning. The world of video games opening. I’m glad I got him that. Now he has email. Now he has Skype. Lines of communication opening. Now I can email him to ask if he wants oatmeal for breakfast. What a good birthday present.