My darling son, my heart, was born. This morning I am up with the birds and reliving every moment of it: The fear, the expectation, the excitement.
The joy that eclipses all other joy.
That moment when he is held up before you and he opens his mouth to say, “It is me. I am here. Pay attention.”
And forever more, he is where your attention goes.
The weather forecast says today is the pick of the week and today we will go to the ocean, the three of us. We will go to the ocean and we will eat cake and we will remember each day that led us to this glorious day when the birds’ first song was a birthday song.