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Who’s that lady?

 There’s some woman in my house and I don’t know who she is.  She’s cute and smiles at me a lot but don’t know what in the world she’s thinking or who she’ll grow up to be.  She seems like a head case.  But she’s a girl, I guess.  But yeah, this baby phase is an extreme outlier of this woman’s life. But I don’t know the woman yet. I don’t even know the kid. I’ll try to keep her safe and warm and fed and loved and protected and guided and sheltered and coached and taught and cared for and corrected and TAUGHT THAT THERES SOME GREAT METAL MUSC OUT THERE. Anyway. I’ll meet her eventually. Because I’ll bring her to God, and then we’ll…know each other as peers. That’s a weird thought.  This kid literally has four of her fingers in her spit covered face and is babbling incoherently right now. 
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Hello World

 Well, hello there, baby girl. It’s nice to finally meet you. All the nurses (and family) were greatly joyed to see your big cheeks! I was awed to see your eyes peak open. And that night, holding you in your sleep, I was pleased to feel your tiny little shoulder blades. 
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Second time

 You will know far less about me than I will you.  And I just realized now that this goes the other way. For me.  I don’t know anything about my parents when they were young. 
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First thought

 It’s an interesting thing to realize, that unless you’re somehow different than most of us, you won’t actually come to know me until nearly about to die.  I hope I make it there.  But as I was thinking…you won’t see me until you’re an adult yourself. Until then you’ll only see your father. 
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