Brad sent us this "postcard" from Illinois. Though the signmakers might have had a different interpretation in mind, guess Brad knows what I'm doing all day every day. The good news is I'm no longer watching this child out of fear that he'll stop breathing or choke on his own spittle. (That was Week 1.) Nor am I watching him in confusion about when and whether he should be sleeping or wakeful. (That was Week 2.) Now I'm watching him with complete and utter fascination as to how he's growing and changing before my eyes. It's slow in many ways, and strange but mesmerizing, like laying in a field waiting to see a flower bud's petals unfurl.
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