First Thanksgiving

I have a lot to be thankful for, but right now, I’m focusing on a simple, special experience this morning. Courtney had a challenging night with Julia, who kept waking up at roughly 90-minute intervals because of Prednisone effects. Therefore, I took care of the sleep-averse child for the first couple of hours after I got up, to let Courtney sleep a bit longer.

Julia and I played with her toys for a while, climbed the stairs to my office a few times, discovered the “rattliness coefficient” of the new baby gate at the top of the stairs (calculated as [sound intensity per rattle / distance required to make one rattle], usually expressed for convenience in units of dB/mm), drove the “Julia boxcar” around upstairs at reckless speeds, investigated the contents of my trash can, performed some up-down exercises to maintain our respectively girlish and manly figures, and wrapped up with a hearty breakfast of Cheerios, raisins, and oatmeal, all of which she daintily scooped with her fingers into her waiting mouth. After all, what other way is a baby to eat? Certainly not with a spoon. Spoons are for sissies.

Normally, I don’t get to spend that much time in the morning with her because of work, but since today is Thanksgiving, that restriction doesn’t apply. Without a pressing list of tasks to get done, I was able to enjoy every minute. It’s an appropriate day for this. I am extremely thankful for Julia, for the bundle of happiness that she is, for the moments like this that I get to spend with her—moments that aren’t just experienced with distractions, but with focus and intentionality.

Julia, thank you for being my happiness spigot, and so much more. You’re amazing, and I’m beyond thankful to have you here.