The hour hand pointed 9:23, a time that had become customary for my return to home, especially given my wife's recent convalescence following the birthing process. I found myself settled in the bed beside her, our faithful companions, Scoop and Rover, dutifully occupied their place, nestled within our bed's confines. And there, cradled in my wife's arms, lay our infant son, Oliver, a mere two months in this realm, serenely at rest.