I woke up this morning, and as I always do, before I started getting ready for work, I peeked in on him. Check his breathing. I know it's morbid. I don't know why I do it - I just do. I'm sure I'm not alone in this.
When I peeked in his room, something was different. He was face down with one little arm up. His hand was so cold. I picked him up and he stretched and then he smiled. He must have slept well.
Congrats on the milestone kid. Thanks for the heart attack.