thrilled,
perspiring,
anxious.
Ready.
Am I right? Are you any of these?
Exuding creativity in its ultimate form, your body made a child.
And soon I can imagine holding him, bundled.
Skin soft and hair like one thousand pieces of thread
meticulously aligned against the sweetest, smallest scalp
as the tender weight of everything that makes a human is easily held in the arms of another.
Welcome to our world, Cannon James. May you think, be loved, find peace, and astound us. My hope is for all of this and more to be yours, and perhaps in the most surprising of ways, too, should you find some luck at the turns.
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