My dear friend Emily had a baby yesterday, and I was lucky enough to hold him at the hospital this morning. He is beautiful, very masculine, with a big shock of soft, dark hair.
Holding a brand new baby is always electric. It's like a brush with greatness, a glimpse into something powerful and infinite and enduring.
Plus, their heads smell really good. Look that hair! His father says he looks like a Monchhichi, but I disagree, because I never once felt compelled to eat my Monchhichi.
Happy birthday, Ryan. I'm glad you joined us.