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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