I’d just given birth. We were told that it was a boy. Noah was standing a few feet back, letting the medical personnel do their thing. Our yet-unnamed son was put on my chest. He grabbed the neckline of my hospital gown and I checked out his perfect little body.
I glanced over at Noah. He was overwhelmed with emotion. I turned my attention back to the baby, studying his tiny face.
I looked at Noah again, what felt like minutes later. He stood there, tears in his eyes, left hand to his face, right hand holding his left forearm, unmoving.
“Are you going to come and meet your son?” I asked him.
Slowly he took steps toward us and stroked a tiny cheek.
“Hey, buddy,” he said to the red-faced little being.
Some moments you never forget.