Tomorrow has been a deadline for some many things. Get the wall unit and bookshelf built. Check. Get the pen orders done. Half-check. Prepare your plans for school. Check. Get your vaccines for the year. Check. I’ve been chasing checkmarks.
In all likelihood, baby girl won’t be arriving tomorrow, despite my insistence and gentle pleading. I want to hold her in my hands, to feel her warmth. I want to see her eyes and smell her skin. I want her to grasp my finger.
Ultimately, this isn’t about me anymore. I’ve gotten my share and it’ll soon be time for me to give to her what she deserves simply because she’s mine.
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