I’m writing this the day after Mother’s Day because I mostly stayed away from the computer yesterday. I started the day in typical Dad fashion by bringing Kim breakfast in bed: sausages and waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. To my surprise, when I rounded the corner from the kitchen I saw that Kim had already gotten up and was brushing her teeth, so I made her get back into bed.
We went to church for the first time since Ellie was born, and she did pretty well. She’s very alert, and cranes her neck to see what’s going on, look at the people, and generally absorb what’s around her. She got a little fussy when the sermon started, so I took her out to a nearby quiet (i.e., baby) room for the rest of the service.
The rest of the day was nicely uneventful. Kim took some time on her own and went shopping while I watched Ellie, and generally we hung out. It was a good day. After being there at Ellie’s birth, I have a newfound respect for Mother’s Day. I said it then, and I’ll say it again: my wife is a superhero.