I found tiny newborn diapers in the front pocket of the suitcase that I was packing. Seems like B wore those ages ago (heh). It made me a little sad. But obviously, he is still a relatively wee baby, and most days I spend sniffing his head and savoring him, usually searching for the pause button. It must be hidden somewhere, right?
I have to be honest though. There are many occasions where I would like to speed things along. I want to have a conversation with him.
Today, when we were driving from Chicago to Indianapolis, we travelled through a patch of land that had hundreds of windmills. Miles and miles of enormous, other-worldly wind turbines. I hadn’t seen these before, and was as excited as a kid. The sun was setting and the sky was wild with storm clouds, rainbows and colors. The perfect backdrop to the surreal landscape I was feeling lucky to see.
I was thinking of how awesome it will be to drive through the windmills with B in the back seat when he is facing out an observing the world like I do. We would talk about Don Q, how rainbows are made, and how the earth revolves around a ball of fire that is larger than you can ever imagine.
But today, he was just a cozy baby in his bubble. Which is just fine for now.