My son is the most amazing being I've ever witnessed. He is so curious, and preternaturally kind and sensitive, and funny, too. Just this morning when I was holding him against me, chest to chest, as we took the elevator up to day care, he kept pointing (a new skill) at the little flower on my locket, and looking up at me inquisitively. Then I opened the locket for him, and he just about lost his mind in happiness and amazement to see the two tiny photos inside my locket: one of him, and one of me with my husband. this moment, him discovering himself inside my locket -- it just stands outside of any temporal boundary as being something too precious, like to precious to exist terrestrially, you know? The past few years, I'd taken to calling myself a secular humanist, mostly because I've been going through a hardcore Vonnegut obsession since at least 2006, and that's what he considered himself. before that, i was just an athiest who took comfort in the th...