Most nights, the lights go out about 11 and I wake up
when the early morning light starts peeking through cracks
at the edges of shade-covered windows.
Last Thursday night was an exception.
Because by 11:05 on Thursday night, I was at the hospital.
Waiting for this little person to be placed in his mommy's arms.
Watching my first son welcome his second son
and then take a well-deserved nap
as Oliver and his mommy (my beautiful daughter-in-law)
got better acquainted.