Feb. 15, 2000 - Tuesday
Lately I've been marveling at how beautiful a baby Harry is. Sometimes I think
to myself "how could he be any more beautiful?" and absolutely nothing
comes to me. It's not that I think of other facial features or aspects and rule
them out as not better, it's that I think of absolutely nothing but Harry. It
fascinates me that this little boy can be so engaging to us, his parents, and
maybe a small group of family and friends, but from there all his beauty quickly
turns into just another baby to most other people. And, of course, most other
people with babies are thinking just the same about their children: 'he/she
is the most beautiful baby in the world.' Sometimes I also think back to how
unexpected Harry seemed in appearance they day we met and at the same time how
quickly he has become very much exactly what I think a baby should be. This
'nature' is a powerful force and I'm just eating it up...or maybe it's eating
me up. Either way is fine.
It was bring your son to work day for Harry and me. Actually, it just worked
out that Harry's mother had a doctor's appointment close to the lab and the
logistics suggested Harry stay here with me for an hour or so. Harry didn't
spend very much time looking at the computers and I dare say did not take away
much of an appreciation for what his dad does for a living. Of course, these
days it's arguable whether I do either.
