After two days in the hospital, we finally took our (not so) little boy home in a blue taxi. We couldn't help but remember another taxi ride we took home, also after making our family a little more complete.
November 5, 2011 in Singapore--On our way home from the hospital where we became "three"
January 9, 2009 in Salt Lake City--On our way home from the Salt Lake Temple where we became "two"
My dad always says, "Bringing a new baby home is like having a ten pound mortar dropped on your house," in the sense that everything is different. Different in such a good way! Jonathan started rocking our world from the minute there were two lines on the little pregnancy test, but "rocked world" has taken on a whole new meaning now.
We find ourselves looking at each other in total disbelief that we could love someone so much in an instant; that we could find this much joy in just watching someone sleep; that somehow we love each other even more as we watch one another love him.
How is it that every yawn, head turn, wiggle, and cry can be so endearing--even when he sends a shockingly powerful stream of pee in our faces without warning as we change his diaper? We look at each other, laugh, and love him that much more.
This Saturday a nine pound, twenty-one inch mortar was dropped on our little apartment here in Singapore--and we could not be happier about it. Welcome home, Jonathan.