FATHER'S DAY
Watching him watch the baby sleep, I wonder what he'll say when I tell him. We've not really spoken since he came by today, and once he saw the baby, he forgot about why he had come. He forgot about me. I hadn't the heart to tell him when he took him away from me, and cooed and cuddled and smiled at him. Or when he fed and burped and cleaned him. Or when he rocked and sang and put him to bed. How could I? I had never seen him so...so thrilled, so enamored...so happy.
How can I tell him now?
2 comments:
Wonderful write to venture along different paths :)
This was the thought that held me when I saw the picture, Cinna!
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