I'm like a junkie. I'm obsessed. Is he eating? Sleeping? Learning any tricks? How much is he awake every hour? Has he cried much? Did he, has he, is he, will he...?
I worked today and went to a volunteer job after work-a job I do every year, and really love. The whole time I was wondering if there was any way I could get to the hospital tonight. At a point, I looked at my watch, called my Younger Daughter, and asked, "Do you have any visitors?" They didn't. "Is it ok if we come?" "That would be great!" was her boyfriend's response.
I left downtown, picked up The Attorney, and off we cruised, out the highway, over the bumps, through the lights until we were there. THERE. Where he is. Where my wonderful daughter and her partner are. It felt safe and sweet and warm. He's darling. And he delights me.