Hugo’s site seems to grow in one-month increments… every day. We look up and another week has passed! Some moments are treacherous, others are (for lack of a better word) priceless. The smiles and stare-offs often lead to mental meanders about how brilliantly orchestrated our global existence has been. Three months down the line, I wonder why we couldn’t leave the hospital without watching videos about not shaking the baby; sometimes a mild shake is the only motion that leads him to sleep. I muse at the ergonomics that placed a nipple in the crux of an elbow—exactly where a baby with no sight can find a source for all its sustenance. Smiles are some of the first human facial expressions; we are all gifted with innate abilities to coax a meal from the sleepless. It’s too easy to take for granted until observed through the eyes of parents. The time has been sacred and the words are lacking!
