It’s the question every parent inevitably asks. After, of course, what happened to my black hair?! My face??!!
How did this . . . turn into this?
Where did it go, all those times together? I don’t have anything to communicate, really. It’s hard to fathom even what I’m feeling, the signals jumbled, my wires crossed, because like Ron Burgundy I’m trapped in a glass booth of emotion.
I’m happy and excited for Nick. This is a good thing. An amazing time in a life. Just that it’s a new one for me, the boy gone.
I can’t even imagine. Your baby, your boy. You’re right, the good part is knowing how excited he is….L