I remember laying awake in bed the night that our daughter came home from the hospital. She was in a bassinet at the foot of our bed, and Jenn said something like “What if she stops breathing and we can’t hear her?!”
What was I worried about? Boyfriends. College tuition bills. The overwhelming responsibility of raising a decent human being.
And here we are, 9 years later. I’m still worried about all those things, but I’m confident that we’re heading in the right direction. At least as far as the decent human goes.
