Imagine...

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 three four went to Strawberries Fields when the baby was still in my belly.  And Papa will tell you stories about being a young boy in Israel and teaching himself to speak english by memorizing the songs of the Beatles, back when New York City was still only a dream.  He will tell you how those songs awakened his love of music, and how they taught him a new language and gave him the courage to follow his dream around the world.  You see, this little spot in Central Park means quite a lot to your Papa.
So like your Papa, never stop imagining, & never stop dreaming, my baby girl.
Mama

*Biet's knee pads (great for learning to fall walk in the city) c/o KNEEBEES