This morning I photographed his hands and yesterday his feet. There is something unfathomable about these miniature body parts already perfectly developed. I notice his ear is the size of my thumb print as we rock together in the living room. Listen, I say, do you hear the birds? You will love them some day. Look, I say, a rain cloud coming our way. We rock and I watch the rain cloud through the branches of the street tree in front of our apartment. I have never been more tired, but I do the dishes when he finally sleeps.