Last night I read that if you put a flashlight to my belly the baby might start to move. I told Alan about it. So this morning I wake up and hear Alan watching tv in the other room. I call for him and I hear him come thundering down the hallway. He skids into the room with this happy look of anticipation on his face, like a little kid who’s about to get candy, and what does he have in his hand? A flashlight. I love him.