Friday, August 7, 2009
The little one has finally arrived! Today is his three-week birthday.
We're all happy and healthy and finding our groove together. We've spent the last few weeks enveloped in a protective cocoon of love and support (not to mention being spoiled by food deliveries, dishwashers, and laundry-doers.) As we get to know each other and learn to be a family, we didn't have to worry about a thing. Our dinners showed up every evening just when it was time to eat; there are stacks and stacks of clean baby clothes and blankets and burp cloths thanks to hand-me-downs from friends and family and Trudie's magical way with stain remover; there are so many sweet voices and hearts wishing us well; and there are wise, wise midwives, grandparents, aunties and uncles by our side helping us find our way into parenthood.
And our little man is also a wise teacher. I wasn't expecting that. He is patient, loving, persistent, and gives the most incredible positive feedback, even when we're doing something only half-right. He is humbling, and to our dazzled eyes, exquisitely handsome.