Before heading to Alaska for the summer, I'm spending some time with my family in Oneonta, New York. One afternoon, when Daniel came home from school (he's in third grade), we scrambled up a bluff to lay in the grass and admire the sun-soaked hills. I wish I could trap moments like this, freeze the sun overhead, keep him this age forever. Alas, the day's come and gone, and I know that before I can catch my breath, so to speak, he'll be hunched over a table, paying bills or something, bags under his eyes and coffee cup clutched in hand.
