As most of you know, I visited Michael, Noelle and little Mikey in the hospital last night. Mike and Noelle are doing great-- look somewhat tired, but relaxed and very happy. Mikey was sleepy and content, and didn't make a peep even when being handed around the room more than an hors d'oevre tray.
But the classic observation came from Michael, who proclaimed his new son to be like a campfire. To paraphrase slightly: "You know how you can just stare at one for hours, completely mesmerized, even though it's not really DOING anything?"
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Nice--a very Gravesean comparison, thanks to all the camping in the formative years.
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