OUR 8-MONTH OLD JUST TAUGHT ME THE MEANING OF LIFE
05/12/11 00:42
I woke up early Saturday morning to the whimpering of our 8 week old son, Conor. The past week had been busy and I was tired and exhausted. I rolled out of bed and groggily reached down to pick up the little noise maker. As I held him in my arms, he locked his deep blue eyes on to mine. And grinned mischievously. I froze. I was unable to unlock my eyes from his. He can’t speak but yet he told me all there was to the meaning of life; This is it. This is all there is. What happened yesterday no longer matters. What will happen tomorrow isn’t important. All that counts is right now.
And for two eternal minutes we lived in the truth. We shared with each other all there was to communicate. And then he farted and turned to stare at a crack in the wall I keep forgetting to repaint. I gave him a bottle, he went to back to sleep, and I headed out the door to a meeting. With Conor and happiness on my mind.
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