found by my tiny daughter
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2014.07.04
As I cycled home tonight, I heard a familiar voice cry "'addy"—the two year old had spotted me passing in a park and called me. I was surprised to find my family picnicking under a tree, and more surprised that the tiny girl had been the one to see my zipping by on my bike. Sharp young eyes!
It was a fine evening; the weather has really been perfect these past few days, and the kids were in fine moods.