Dad 2022. One Month.

Today you are four weeks old old. Here’s what you’ve done so far: emerged into the world and changed our entire universe, nursed from your mother’s breast, heard whispers and coos and songs and sighs and Apricot’s woofing, laid and slept on laps and chests and the bassinet by our bed, opened your eyes and looked at the shapes and contrasts around you, eaten from a bottle, taken a bath, visited the park, spent time on your tummy making yourself stronger, met Nana and Nonno and Allan and Leila and your kindly pediatrician Dr. Hoang, received gifts of books and clothes and blankets and bags and a piggy bank in the shape of a giraffe (it’s never too early…). You’ve tooted and tinkled (I’m sorry but it's true) and most assuredly shown us that the plumbing works. You’ve been the subject of numerous texts and cards and calls, because everyone wants to know about you. You’ve made mom and me feel deeply human and soulful and also transcendent. You’ve changed our concept of time and perspective and stretched our hearts and deprived us of sleep and caused us to order in food more than we ever have before. You’ve inspired near daily moments when mom and I just look at each other and, wordless, get teary-eyed thinking of your splendor and our good fortune. You are four weeks into this home of endearment and we have every intention of making it still warmer and welcoming. Autumn, we love you fiercely and true. Happy one month to you.