Here Comes the Son

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It’s all right

Little darling

It’s been a long, cold, lonely winter

Little darling 

It feels like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It’s all right

This is the post that I thought I might never get the chance to write.

I often think about future posts in my head, but I couldn’t let myself write this one ahead.

But now, two weeks in, I can say it.

He’s finally here. We are finally parents.

It’s a cliché to say that having Teddy here, and looking at him looking at us, makes it all — the years of planning and wanting, the physical hurt, the emotional heartache — worth it.

And it’s yet another cliché to say that everything happens for a reason.

But I believe both of those things.

They don’t mean that I’ll forget how difficult those years were. Without them, though, our family wouldn’t include this particular little person, this exact formulation of a mellow baby who loves to cuddle and go for walks and suck his thumb and hates to get changed or take baths or wear socks.

We’d made a pretty good life for ourselves in these past few years, despite — or because of — the tough times. I’m glad we did — we have countless great memories from baseball games, happy hours, and trips. Full disclosure: when I was pregnant, I was a little nervous about trading all that in.

But now I don’t see this new version of our life as a trade. It’s more like an upgrade.

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes