sometime mid march 2011
working on my moustache
and dadlike wisdom
i've already spent some time with phrases like "no" and "my, this is lovely weather we're having for this time of year.."
i'm also pretty sure i could take most of the dads on my street..
when my new little friend is born, i'll get him/her a wallet
with at least five pictures of me in it
pictures of me smiling
pictures of me laughing
pictures of me saying "i'm proud of you"
pictures of me building a fence
and pictures of me giving a sturdy handshake whilst engaged in a bout of hearty, yet affirmative, eye contact
one day when (s)he's ready, (s)he'll say, "wanna see some pictures of my dad?"
others will look at those pictures and say, "i wanna meet that dad.."
a few days ago, we went to the hospital to get our first baby picture
when i was granted access to the room
it was like i had entered a darkly lit spaceship
head heavy alien, pokin away at my lady
real time scenes of my unborn child in cross cut 2D display
heart beating
melting into face with hollow eye sockets
a spine
a powerful spine..
scanning along a femur
onto fingers and moving hands
moving hands!
those legs are moving too!
amazing!
heart beating!
135 bpm!
heart beating..
the only document we got to keep was a blurry xerox of the spine, and bean
i am exploding
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