On the way to our friends house in San Rafael for a lovely dinner, Nathan spotted the Golden Gate bridge. "Bumble gate bridge" he would say. "In San Fran Kiko."
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On the way home, he was very tired (we kept him out much too late) but he wouldn't sleep. I was sitting in the back seat of Alex's car, scrunched between the the two child seats, with my arm stretched over Nathan's chair so that my hand hung down near his right cheek.
He was very calm, very quiet, holding my finger tightly. Occasionally I would attempt to pull my finger away so I could move my arm and hopefully let him drift off to sleep, but he wouldn't let me take my hand away and would press it closer to his cheek.
It was fantastic.
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