learning one another. tossing open the windows — letting the sunshine in — every golden drop of it. moving slowly. memorizing his smell, his rolls, his hums, his stretches, his head that feels like velvet. napping as a family, each afternoon, because we can. taking in as many quiet moments alone as possible. kissing tiny toes. saying yes and no, as needed, without apology. resting up. healing up. soaking up. remembering: not one of us – not mama or papa or baby — has done this, any of this, before. wondering what his first memory will be. this is life lately.