Some Enchanted Evening

I have a son.

Wow...that's an amazing sentence to type. Well I do and he is just the best thing ever. Seriously, sliced bread has nothing on this little guy. Childbirth is a deeply personal experience, so I wont be posting the thousands of little details that made it so extraordinary for me. But strangely enough, the song that comes to my head when I think of those first few moments my baby was drawing breath is "Some Enchanted Evening" from the musical "South Pacific."

You see, our little bundle was born in the early evening hours. Labor was long and the moment they set his slippery body on my belly is a bit of a blur (the last part happens very fast, as you mothers can attest to). But after they took him away to the far corner of the room to clean him up and check his vitals, I looked over in his direction and strained to sneak a peak between all the nurses' bodies.

And suddenly, like I was part of some old romantic story, everything around me went dark -- except the path of my sight to his, in which there was a glow. He was looking at me as I was looking at him.

I know, I know. Say what you will about infants not being able to focus their eyes that far in front of them. But we looked at each each other. His eyes were so wide, so gorgeous, so intense. I can't imagine ever forgetting that moment.

Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger,
you may see a stranger
Across a crowded room
And somehow you know,
You know even then
That somewhere you'll see [him]
Again and again.

Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughin',
You may hear [him] laughin'
Across a crowded room
And night after night,
As strange as it seems
The sound of [his] laughter
Will sing in your dreams.

Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons,
Wise men never try.