She came home weighing 3 pounds 15 ounces. I was sure wrestling a onesie on her would leave bruises or detached limbs. I could cup my hand around her skull.…
Tag: <span>birthday</span>
“Hoppy Birfdy, EB. Hoppy Birfdy. Hoppy–” It sounded like a Gregorian monk’s chant coming through the monitor this morning. Actually, it sounded like the Gregorian monk’s chant who got sent…
Two is such a simple concept. Two index finger stuck side by side, just under the pouting bow of a lower lip. Two parents hovering over the edge of a…