There is a time in my life that I have not yet named. I don't even know how to explain it. Once I start trying to explain it, my sentences start to tangle around words and phrases. I don't know what the subject is, I don't know what the predicate is.
During this time, these are some of the words never heard before:
You know, kids, we don't know what Nathaniel is going to look like when he comes out. He might have malformations that we can see. We know that there are malformations that we can't see without the ultrasound, but it might be obvious to our eyes that he's a sick baby. No matter what he looks like, we're going to love him. Okay?
And then he came out and he was beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.
In what twisted world does this happen?
