For any and all who have emailed me within the past two weeks, just to be told I am not in the office in a vague, robotic response, I am sorry that I am not sorry I was gone.
You see, my sudden disappearance from work was because of a girl, a darling, cute and beautiful baby girl who, like her mother and father before her, knows what she wants and when she wants it, like being born a month ahead of schedule, for example.
My wife Kelly and I welcomed Alana Renee Mancuso on March 19, already almost three weeks ago, and while she was a month early, she seemed to arrive right on time.
Sure, she had to spend a few days in the NICU, but she was able to come home much earlier than the doctors and nurses originally projected, most likely in spite of them in my opinion. So I took off a good chunk of the past two weeks to spend time with my wife and child, both in and out of the Methodist Women’s Hospital — awesome place by the way, their multi-grain pancakes are second to none.
Having a child is strange, I have to admit, but in an awesome way. As I explained to my cousin Tyler, it’s this weird mix of having to take care of another life form, but at the same time getting the chance to shape a life. Already we’re reading C.S. Lewis, finishing “The Magician’s Nephew” within a week’s time as well as watching three of the Chronicles of Narnia movies. My little Lana has also arguably developed a love for dogs, or at least a tolerance as our pup Rhodey is prone to stealing licks from time to time.
So this explains my absence, and while I am sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused, I am not sorry for being gone. On a note further, if I still confuse my days, please forgive me.
I had been told the days feel like years and the years like days, but I had no idea how the dates would get lost in the mix.