The newest addition to the Ilagan family, Jaxon, has already mastered the art of the pose. Mostly though, he is content to sleep and it is in this peaceful state that we usually find him. (I am all for a sleeping baby.)
Dad has even taken an interest in him, which is a feat in and of itself. He’s made a connection, and the very ends of our family have come together, generations already bound in love. There’s something reassuring abut being sandwiched in-between them – a sense of history being carried on, life continuing its beautiful path forward.
As for Jaxon, he won’t remember any of this, and who knows what sort of remnants of our time with him now will remain. I’ve written him a few letters to have something physical on record of these days, and they say the internet lives forever, so maybe some search engine when he’s an adult will bring up this post in garbled form, and remind him of how precious he has always been to us.
