I found this email I sent Kyle on March 25, 2009. He had just hit seven weeks old the day before.
You make this adorable noise after you sneeze. I know you won't always make this noise and I already miss it, even though you still do it. It's my favorite sound in all the world.
I don't think he made that noise much longer after March 25th. I had forgotten all about it, quite honestly, until I read this email tonight. (Technically last night, once this posts.) But, shit, did I vividly hear it after reading.
What if I hadn't written it down? Never remembering that noise seems like such a cruel joke. Don't give us these beautiful things, life, if we won't remember them in three short years.
Write them down, life whispers back. Put them in a safe place. Visit that place often.
Damn, that noise was cute.
Seven-ish week-old Kyle, because this blog was never cuter than when there were baby pictures on it.
(Molly is so pissed at me for that last line right now.)