I'm sitting upstairs in our sun room overlooking Blake Island watching the sun rise over Seattle. I have my first cup of tea of the day and the world around me is very quiet. Cargo ships slide silently through the water heading in and out of the sound, and the ferry boats are waking up to start their criss cross routes for the weekend traffic. I used to sit up here like this when Alex was a baby. Often when he needed feeding and put back to sleep, we'd come and sit here and look at these very same things. I'd wrap him in his blanket and sit on the couch with my back propped up with large cushions and I'd sing songs while holding him tight until he fell asleep. More often than not, I'd fall asleep too and my wife would find the two of us entangled in the cushions and blankets.