A little boy with a hat

This picture was taken this summer. My man and my son. 

I look at it and I can see my baby's ancestors.

The big smile on my man's face, like in the song.
The hat.


Yes I know, nothing happened like we had planned. But it took Swann to bring together Rudolf, the former slave from Alabama who had moved to Chicago, and Georges the painter from the South-West of France who used to wear a hat all the time. Swann's great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather. Both angels now. They came flying upon his shoulder that day to whisper at his ear that he will be a strong man.


And me, I made a wish.