Since Rowan came into our lives, I’ve been disturbed by the idea that there may come a time, much too early I’m sure, when Mitch and/or I won’t be around for Rowan.  In case that happens before he can form any memories of his own, we wanted him to have a small glimpse into his early life through his parent’s flawed and highly subjective eyes.  I hope this doesn’t turn into a prolonged love letter to Rowan, but instead provides some evidence that he is truly loved by us to a level which can’t be measured, but perhaps implied through descriptions of our lives together.

Truth be told, the idea for this came from an article I read in which the author described the evening walks he would take with his newborn son in order to calm him enough to fall asleep for the night.  On their 3rd month of peregrinations, the author wondered who had walked him or held him or comforted him at birth, because it was at 79 days that he himself was adopted.

We don’t want Rowan to ever have to ask that question about himself.  So even if this devolves into a love letter to Rowan, maybe that’s okay too.