I am still proofing pictures of when Alton was born, and the days afterward. He’s now eight days old, and the most perfect little human being I’ve ever held in my arms, at least in the past week or so. I’ve gone over thrice to photograph him, and have plans to go a few more times this week. The moments, they are fleeting, and I cannot express to you the massive blessing it is to be a part of his life.

I ran across this photo last night and had to edit it out of turn and share it before the hospital pictures. I’m a rebel like that.

I love this kid.

alton perryn.
9 july 2007, 2:24 p.m.
6 lbs 14 oz, 19 inches

pure everything.

• Surgery was somewhat of a success. My stomach has three puncture wounds. They hurt like (a) mother(s). Except not all at once. In musical fashion, Fantasia-mop style.

• Baby isn’t here yet. Meadow is being induced tomorrow. So we’ll see.

• It still really, really, really hurts. I may or may not have overdone it last week while enjoying a false sense of alrightness at the hand of some mighty narcotics.

• In summary: Baby. Ow.