June 16, 2000 - Friday
Harry is six months old. However, any celebration will have to be left to his mother, because I'm traveling on business and left early Wednesday morning in a cab for the airport. I did spend a moment during the day today to look at Harry's pictures on the website, but admittedly did not take enough time to go back through much of the past months of Harry's growth. On the other hand, I frequently look back through the pages at Harry's younger life. I hear "they grow so fast" often, but it's absolutely true at this age. Harry's already much bigger and has moved quickly past the developmental stages that once fascinated him, and me.

I've written before that the day Harry was born was memorable but perhaps not necessarily the best day of my life. But, after six months, it's easy to remember it differently and understandable why so many people say it. Now that I'm a bit removed from the details, I'm tempted to think that all I've learned about Harry over the last six months was there from the start. Tie that with the mental snapshots of his peeking eyes looking around the delivery room and his swaddled body lying on his mother's chest and it seems like a pretty great day. And, it was a great day, just not for that reason. It was a great day because it was our introduction to the happy little boy who now shares our life.


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