hearbreak sunday

my heart gets regularly broken on sundays. this time it was Bdada's little four year old son. they'd come down from boston for a couple of weeks and he loves being here. in a single sentence he conveyed what i've tried screaming, weeping, signing, writing and thinking about. bostone gaadi, gaadi, gaadi, ekhane lok, lok, lok and burst into a delighted laughter. he said if he didn't love his mommy so much, he'd consider living with me. and gave me a butterfly kiss.