My son opened his eyes today.
We held him and loved him and let him hear our voices yesterday, but it did not feel like he was “our son” until today when he opened his eyes and looked right at me.
We had a very brief “conversation” that went like this:
“Hey, mom? Who are all of these people?”
“Well…That is your dad. That is your Aunt Sarah. And that is your Uncle Brandon.”
“Okay…that’s cool. I’m gonna close my eyes now.”
“That’s fine. I’m glad you opened them for us. Excuse me while I wipe my tears.”
“Yes, my love.”
“Which one is dad, again?”
“He’s the one over there with the video camera.”
“Okay. Cool. Night-night.”
And I completely lost it.
Ryan has the entire thing on video.