Wide Awake

Day 114:

As it turned out, Conor, your Great Aunt Mag decided to stick it out one more day!  Once again it was the tag team of MeMeow and Great Aunt Mag to take care of you for the day, Son.  And the report was, you'd no interest in getting any kind of sleep today!  Turns out you were awake the better part of the day and right up and to bringing you to your first bath in 5 days (had to be careful about bathing you because of the incision), you were bouncing, smiling, coo'ing...  Any day now you're gonna bust out laughing, I just know it.

It was a beautiful day today, Conor, so when I got home I decided we needed to go for a good long walk.  And walk we did!  Me and you, Boy'O... And as we strolled you were wide eyed and inquisitive.  Your eyes were darting back and forth and all around to check out trees, power lines, birds, you name it!  By the time we got home, I'd say after about a 30 minute walk, out you went - for about 5 minutes!  No sooner did you close your eyes, they were open again.  Something you MeMeow calls FOMS; or Fear of Missing Something.

The house is quiet now.  Mommy's bathing you, the Smith Sisters are helping with the dishes and prepping your bottles, and here I sit, red wine in hand, Bob Dylan on the radio, just punching away on this keyboard.  Words you won't read for 20 years, but I don't care.  Life isn't about the big things, it's surely about the little things, Conor.  And in the end it's the little things that all add up to what was your life.  And for me, I could write to you every day...  That'd be a good life, indeed.

All my love, Son.  Always...
-Dad