Today is Alex's half-birthday. It's hard to remember what life was life was like a half-year/six months/26 weeks/182 days ago. It certainly seems like there were more hours in each day, but then again, those hours were not as fun as they are now. The nights were much longer and full of uninterrupted sleep, but there wasn't a warm bundle to occasionally hold and comfort in the middle of the night or a wonderful toothless grin to greet us in the morning.
Since Roque's is in Portugal eating bacalhau (and doing research and attending a conference), Alex and I celebrated at the Cafeteira Colombo at the fort in Copacabana. I used to go there often before he was born, but had never taken him. As I've discovered many times these past six months, almost everything is better with Alex along.
