Kid is here.
Despite flights, sickness and snowfall, she made it to Hayward.
My Christmas is made.
I can't tell you what we've talked about in these few hours since her arrival because we approach 100 subjects, with humorous interjections in between.
We speak the same language of history, philosophy, theology and of course humor.
She is thankfully used to me crying as she speaks so intelligently because I can't believe this person is part of my life, that I had something to do with her.
I'm stealing a couple minutes to report this. Now I return to her.
Peace, more peace and love unto all of you my brothers and sisters.