When Aly was 9 days old, we moved into our first house in Juneau. A friend who managed a local moving company brought a container truck by to move our stuff. His parents were there, pitching in alongside mine, and Michelle’s mother. My friend brought along his two-year-old daughter.
At one point I held my newborn daughter, and offered her to his admiration. He smiled and said that babies are cute, but he preferred them at his daughter’s age. As a new father, I was a bit deflated, of course, but in the proper season, I learned what he meant, and ultimately agreed with him. Newborns are ineffably precious, but toddlers are a lot more fun!
I thought about this as April dawned. Continue reading