It's my first-born's birthday today. Diego Reyes-Fuchs came swimming out into a fancy jacuzzi at the Elizabeth Seton Birthing Center on West Fourteenth Street in Manhattan, New York exactly sixteen years ago.
Diego emerged only after a good ten hours plus of making us wait. He took his time, and hasn't changed much since then. He's reasonably punctual, like his dad. (I don't think he's ever received a tardy in his school career.) He's just . . . "deliberate."
And that's pretty much Diego, in a nutshell. As I said, he hasn't really changed much in all these years. If you look at his baby pictures, you'll see an expression of skepticism, as adults "ooh" and "ahh" around him. Diego is our Watcher. His eyes are always wide open, taking in the world that surrounds him. People describe him as quiet, but he embodies the cliche about still waters.
Like them, Diego Reyes-Fuchs runs deep.
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