


Dear Biet,
This week, you journeyed to strawberry fields in Central Park for the very first time. You sat in the middle of the Imagine mosaic and smiled as people flocked all around to snap your photo. Yes, you are quite a popular girl up there on the Upper West Side. Your Papa and I visited this same place when you were in my belly, on John Lennon's birthday. We brought Nico with us, sang songs all night with the other people, and walked and walked through the park afterwards, letting Nico run free. Your Papa and I just might be dorks like that. In time, you will learn all of those songs (and Papa will probably teach you to play them too on the guitar or the piano or the accordian, or maybe all three). Perhaps when your little sibling arrives, you will tell stories about how we all
So like your Papa, never stop imagining, & never stop dreaming, my baby girl.
Mama

*Biet's knee pads (great for learning to