6 Months Old

Day 183:

There are milestones, and then there are MILESTONES, Son.  Six months... Wow!  Really?  Unbelievable... Where does the time go?  I've mentioned on a few occasions that this blog has become a calling for me.  Each and every day, it's something I think about.  I think about what to write.  I think about what it all means.  I think about my elation in providing such a fun memoir of the days and weeks and months watching you grow... But more than what I have to say (because who wants to read their own words?), I LOVE going back through this thing and looking at all the pictures.  On average I do it once a week, though often more.

Today was one of those days where a retrospective look was what was needed, and so I started at the beginning...  My my my...........

It's so easy to become transfixed in scrolling through 183 days worth of posts, but more than that, pictures...  And each day you change just a little bit more.  Today you're 6 months old - a milestone indeed.  And to see how far you've come, my little 3 lb. 11 oz. baby boy... Now at LEAST three times that size and thriving thriving thriving.  It's all I can do to stay humble.  For I'd just assume scream to the World that you are the best child this planet's ever seen...

Just keeps getting better, Boy'O.

In other news, turns out there are a lot of really wonderful people in the World, Boy'O.  As I've discussed at length, Ziggy's been working through a long and hard recovery that truly, hasn't even begun yet.  Until today that is...  Seems the local HOG (Harley Owners Group) group raised over $4,700.oo for Ziggy IN A NIGHT!  One guy stroked a check for $1,000!  Caring a generosity the likes of which I've never seen... Remarkable to say the least...

I went to se our friend at the hospital and for the 1st time in more than 10 days he was able to talk!  Not that old Zig was making much sense... They have him so doped up to manage the pain he was basically talking gibberish and in and out of lucidity... However, in the moments he was aware, he was typical Zig... Thinking with his belly and cracking jokes.

The docs were taking him back for surgery on his leg and both wrists this afternoon, Boy'O...  So we have to keep Zig in our prayers ever more and wish him a speedy recovery.  The sooner he's home, the better.

What a ride, Conor.  What a ride.

I love you, Son.
--Dad