A year ago today, not by the date but by the day, Emilio was born, early in the morning. I came back to Adrienne and Matt’s house to get a few hours of sleep, after having been up for most of two nights. Sam woke up when I came in and I called up the stairs to him. “You’re an uncle, and you win, you have a nephew.” He was really hoping for a boy.
This morning Adrienne brought Emilio in to me, in bed, a bit before 7:00. She went back to sleep, and I lay under the covers with Emilio tucked up next to me. Adrienne had handed him a little plastic penguin and he slapped it against the pillow, over and over. We were both drifting a bit in the early light just starting to come through the window blinds, warm and comfortable.
Then I heard my phone vibrate, and a few moments later, vibrate again. I got up to the expected text from David. His mother died early this morning, he was going to bed to try to get a few hours of sleep.
What a year it’s been.