Caedmon Comma

I watched you grow up a little bit today. It was a beautiful/horrible thing to watch.

Today was the first full day of having your little sister home with us. Several times today, I saw you absently staring at the wall as your mother tended to your sister. I also realize how difficult it must have been to understand why I had to brush you off when Carys needed my attention.

Your mother and I were heartbroken, when we looked into your eyes and were unable to find the baby, but instead found a contemplative young boy.

How hard it must be, my son, to be relegated. I hurt for you, and I wish I could make this easier. But, this is the plight of every oldest child and a necessary step on a journey that others have taken before you - even me.

The night your sister was born, your uncle Anthony drove 2 and a half hours to see her and almost missed his flight back to his home. He was so excited to hold her and see her.

My earliest memory is walking into a hospital to meet Anthony on the day that he was born. You have made that same walk, now to meet your sister. And, someday, you will be celebrating with your sister amidst the transitions of life.


Dada