That journey home from the hospital, with our newborn son.
We lowered him into the car seat as carefully as we could, afraid of somehow breaking him.
The car seat dwarfed him, and he looked ridiculous with rolled up burp clothes stuffed at the sides of his head for extra support.
My wife and I carried him in the car seat into the elevator, down through the hospital and into the car. He slept through the entire thing.
We had arrived at the hospital as two people, and now we were leaving it as three.
Home was an hour away, mostly down the interstate highway, and I have never driven so cautiously, trying to avoid every bump in the road.
Our new journey as parents had begun.
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