Firsts

Three years ago this week, just ahead of a nor’easter, we set eyes on you for the first time.

 

Our greeting: A handshake and a “Nice to meet you” instead of cradling and cooing. Your first words: “What’s your Wi-Fi password?” instead of repeating one of our simple syllables. Your first feeding not formula and your first sleep not in a crib: We sat down to pizza and later you slept huddled against winter in the room we decorated in the hopes of finally finding you.

 

We came in a little late to this movie. We did not mark a first step or word, did not get to see your eyes light up with every recognition of what is possible in a world much bigger than you thought.

 

But there are firsts as yet untold and we met you just in time for them. And we get a front row seat now to watch you outgrow T-shirt sizes and see you get a little closer every day to the man you are quickly becoming.