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Martha hit five months a few days ago. I haven’t seen her do it yet, but I know she can roll from back to front because I keep finding her face down when I left her face up. And she seems to have forgotten that she can turn herself back over.

In other news, sad tidings from the coast. My Godfather David Neville Goin passed away yesterday evening after a long run of ill health. He was one of the most talkative people I ever met. But that didn’t mean he didn’t listen. He was a good conversationalist–genuinely interested in both sides of the conversation. He was also one of the most cheerful, enthusiastic, and optimistic people I’ve ever met. He was, to use one of his favorite phrases, good people. The last time I saw him was in January of last year when the Almeida family was in Charleston for Uncle Ryan’s funeral. Fr Columba couldn’t come because there was a church service that day (I think it was Theophany) and Uncle David was one of the few people who understood that while family was important, the Church was more important and that Fr Columba was where he was supposed to be. I’d like to imagine Uncle David talking St Peter’s ear off. Sadly, for those of us on this side of the pearly gates, it’s a little quieter in the world.