Your life, as you know it... is gone. Never to return. But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk... and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life.
From “Lost in Translation”
Linda likes to say that babies are so cute because the memory of that cuteness is the only thing that keeps you from killing them when they’re teenagers. Maybe it’s true. We’ll find out eventually, but right now, I’m dying to see what their personality turns out to be like. Long after the diapers and the bottles and the sleepless nights, when the teenage years are looming closer, what kind of conversations will we have? What will excite them or fascinate them? What will their laugh sound like?
66 days until baby.
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