Today was an ordinary day. I have a little cold and you've got a bit of it too. So I stayed home from work and we did stuff together, though your mom was here too, as she usually is. And then she left for a swim, which she does every Wednesday night. And you and Blink and I went for a walk around the neighborhood. Your eyes just peek over the rim of the snuggy thing I carry you in, and you were peering around the neighborhood very solemnly. Blink was capering a bit and occasionally licking my hand to make sure I knew he was there.
And then I very clearly heard you speak. You've cried and giggled and chortled and grunted, and even made some little babbling noises, but they were instinctive - not with the voice, not a spoken word. But today, and you're only one month old, you very clearly said "Ah-wit." Which means nothing, or is in the Deep Language that only babies know and soon forget. But it was in a voice, a speaking voice, and I heard your voice for the first time.
I am so glad that I'll hear your voice lots and lots in the year to come. I hope it's the last thing I hear, I hope it's the voice I hear the most.
I love you;