Pre-birth ramblings
In less than half a week Xani and I will be welcoming our little Satine into the world. Xani will once again be like the rest of us, alone in our skin. I wonder if he realises what a treasure he's been given? He's had this time to be the first with Satine. He felt her first kicks, the tiny bond as it grew, her presence was there with him at all hours of the day and night.
It seems to me that as we anticipate her birth we forget that for a short time we, Xani in particular, had her all to ourselves. At this time, she needs only Xani and to some extent, me. Once she is born and looks out into the world, she'll need more beyond her two daddies.
Enough seriousness. Xani is making me wear a blue wig on Halloween. That's my costume, nothing else. I think a 6'2' man in a bright blue fuzzy wig is frightening enough without adding blood spatters or perhaps a saber burn through my chest.
It seems to me that as we anticipate her birth we forget that for a short time we, Xani in particular, had her all to ourselves. At this time, she needs only Xani and to some extent, me. Once she is born and looks out into the world, she'll need more beyond her two daddies.
Enough seriousness. Xani is making me wear a blue wig on Halloween. That's my costume, nothing else. I think a 6'2' man in a bright blue fuzzy wig is frightening enough without adding blood spatters or perhaps a saber burn through my chest.