He arrived in San Diego.
I picked him up.
He had strange hair. I thought I'd keep him anyway.
I was seeing a lot less of the kids. Too little. It was incredibly painful.
But we all tried to make the best of it. With crayons. As it is customary.
And we made it through - and now it isn't Will who has weird hair.
Everyone's grown up a lot. And much happier.
