I was astounded by how easily I was taken by his very presence. I think he spent 37 weeks convincing me to love his little flutters, his gentle and then powerful kicks, his caresses from within. And then when he was finally free from captivity he needn't do anything except exist in whatever form God gave him, because I was already hooked. Oh how I adore my boy.
Sure am tired!
Are you the one that's been talking to me?
Aww, shucks Daddy, you love me...
One more flashy thing and... hey, this finger works...
Monday, June 14, 2010
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