At first, I was shocked. The was no more late night cuddling on the couch, watching Casablanca. There was no more baby talk to see if my heart desired anything. Life as I had known it ceased, and everything revolved around Him. His bowel movements were heralded like the Second Coming, and the first time he rolled over was celebrated as if the Rockies had won the World Bowl, or Super Series, something like that. My world had ended.

But since he's been strong enough to have a spine that supports his head, I'm beginning to see the benefits. Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.