This very specific Heath

Three weeks ago today, baby Heath was born an enormoid 9 pounds, 14 ounces.

We are all doing very, very well.

I was calm before Heath was born. I thought I was a pro: if I'd already had one, how different could a second be? Like everything else in the world, however--as in the world of writing, a whole galaxy I'm not even thinking of visiting right now--things are far easier to digest in abstract than they are in vivid, specific detail.

It is in specificity that you suffer--the tenor of the baby's rattle-breathing that gets you out of bed every ten minutes to make sure he's not