Meet Cooper. He's almost three days old.
We had a little moment, a few hours after he was born late Thursday afternoon. All the doctors and nurses had left us alone and the room was suddenly silent. My brilliant wife said we should put some music on, which suddenly reminded me that we get to choose his first song. This is a ritual you don't really read about; it's not a baptism or a cutting of the cord. But it felt very weighty as I picked up the iPod to run through the menu.