My sweet baby boy, you are only two weeks old and already you’ve experienced the pain of this world. The first times I held you I was nervous and unsure of myself. I think you were probably nervous too. I’m not used to babies, and you’re not used to life, so we can both figure it out together.
I can’t wait until you reach your toddler years where you’ll be talking up a storm and walking only to fall down. You’re trying to crawl now, but you can’t quite do it yet. Holding yourself up with your hands and knees, you stay in that position just staring down at the floor. I can tell you’re thinking about crawling, but every time you try, you do a belly flop face first on the carpet. Nothing is sweeter than watching your father cradle you as you both fall asleep together.