Glimpse.
Yesterday I got to see you. Not in my mind or some bizarre dream. But on a screen, in black and white, the real you. No longer looking like a questionable person, but my baby. My son. Our baby. Your digits curl and uncurl, extensions fluttering, spine routinely having a nice stretch. Your head round and perfect. Now that we have had this introduction I do feel it is only appropriate that you keep wiggling. Wiggle all the way out.
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