A couple months ago, I visited Noah and his parents in their Gainesville home. They had not too long ago moved here from somewhere far away, trading snow boots for flip flops and wide open plains for dark, heavy canopies of oak, fern and palm. Arriving that day, the house was still and calm aside from the occasional cries and the excited presence of a sweet, happy dog. Sometimes I forget how life with a newborn (the first, anyhow!) is so quiet. In fact, thinking of adjectives to describe the first month of my daughter's life, "quiet" would not be anywhere on my list. But aside from those cries, it really was a different time from now. And I suppose it's easy to forget because of how loud the newness and change of it all feels in your life.