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7 pounds and 2 ounces
I love him so much, so so much. He is beautiful with big hands (he's going to be a surgeon! the doctor grandpa says) and blinks when the flash hits his face (he's going to be a photographer! the photographer father says) He smells sweet, musky and innocent-like and when I hold him, I want to cry (and I do cry). I kiss his forehead over and over again and his eyes open long enough to peek at me, then closes and falls back asleep.
I've been having music withdrawl lately. When my fingers scroll through the stacks of CDs in search of something to listen to on the bus ride to and from, I find myself weary and tired of everything. I haven't been able to listen to anything that's sparked a sort of feeling in me in a long time. I remember lying in bed and crying after listening to a song - those were the days. Then Amanda and I went to White Noise tonight. We stayed there for over an hour without realizing it. I've realized what I've missed - the coziness of music, of discovering new songs without specifically downloading a particular song and being disappointed with an album because you need to grow into the other songs that you haven't ever heard. Talking to people who have heard every single CD in the racks and having them recommend you things. I had a gelato in one hand and grubby fingers in the other, flipping through CD after CD and discovering all the old things that I could never have gotten my hands on. Listening to what they're playing and asking them what it is; discovery that way and not by reviews and reputations. Having the same old let's-grab-onto-your-stomach-and-keel-over-because-this-is-so-good type feeling.
I'm just grateful it's back.