My 11 month old son, Seth, has been sick these past few days, struggling to be his jovial silly self while enduring fever and some pain, no doubt. He got me up this morning a little after 4, so I brought him into my bed and held him, skin-to-skin, nursing him for a while, then just stroking his legs while he ventured back into dreamland. Trying to stay present in the moment, I breathed in the sweetness of this little being, while the rain poured and thunder roared outside my open window...and i was in love with life and it felt so good.



The normally silly seth sombar