Well, I think this might be the happiest day of my life.
Since coming off the ventilator, Levi has rested better than ever, with less drugs—a few kicking episodes and a giant poop excepted. Upon request, he waved at one of his nurses. And just an hour ago, still tethered by an array of IVs, monitor wires and tubes, he locked his eyes on me and offered a real, genuine, toothy smile.
It has been a wonderful day.