Emotions came and went quickly. Some were pleasant. Others felt like the electricity of panic. My hands were clammy; neck whipping from side to side in concert with shifty eyes. Everything was so new, and there was so much of it—above me, below me, to my right, to my left, behind me. Behind me! Dear god, what could I have missed behind me?
“Daddy?” a voice peeped.
Right, my son. Unable to allocate much focus on him, I trusted that he’d follow me as I scattered about.
“What, bud?” I respond, not turning.
“What’s this?” he asks. I know, without a doubt, that this is a fantastic question.