It’s hard to wrap my head around just how much has changed in a little over two weeks.  Pretty much everything.  It’s easy to point out the details: the lack of sleep, the constant laundry, diaper changes, feedings, the sheer number of times Laura and I say the word “poop” in a day.  But then there are those tiny little moments, like when Emily’s impossibly small fingers grasp the collar of my shirt just before she falls asleep on my chest.  Or when I look over and see her and her mother sitting there , faces ten inches apart, locked eye to eye, each wondering who the other is and will be that the enormity of the change is almost overwhelming.  There is this new person here, completely dependent on us – for everything.  Will we be good enough?  What mistakes will we make?  How many have we made already?  Should we be doing more?  Is she eating enough?  Too much?  The right stuff?  How do we know?

It’s all a big mystery, to us anyway.  As for Emily Blu – well, she was born full of faith and trust.  She looks quietly into our eyes.  And holds our fingers tightly when we feed her.  And in between those times – which is most of the time – she dreams.  So, you tell me – who has it all figured out already?

From left to right: dad – looking for signs, emily blu – dreaming big