February 11, 2005
Dear Mr. Bush,
A party at a friend's house tonight felt like a glimpse into the future, with two brand-new babies crying and laughing and making tiny cooing sounds; and Janice sitting on the couch pregnant as can be, the last of three in our circle of friends to give birth. In a lot of ways the party felt like a test run to see if it was even possible to insert fragile new lives into our group's well-set ways. And as the babies were passed from person to person, and Janice sat there, her massive belly being rubbed and people feeling our son's soft kicks, I think everyone knew that this new kid-filled stage of all of our lives was entirely possible.
To the future,
Dan
A party at a friend's house tonight felt like a glimpse into the future, with two brand-new babies crying and laughing and making tiny cooing sounds; and Janice sitting on the couch pregnant as can be, the last of three in our circle of friends to give birth. In a lot of ways the party felt like a test run to see if it was even possible to insert fragile new lives into our group's well-set ways. And as the babies were passed from person to person, and Janice sat there, her massive belly being rubbed and people feeling our son's soft kicks, I think everyone knew that this new kid-filled stage of all of our lives was entirely possible.
To the future,
Dan
posted by Sinker at 8:43 AM
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