He often asks me if he can get me anything. I usually reply with requests for drinks. Juices. Chocolate milk. 7-up. And then cookies. Every day he asks me.
I want to start wearing more braids in my hair. I wish someone could teach me.
I have found myself thinking about my style. I keep thinking about baggy jeans. T-shirts. Jewels. Darker hair. Growing my bangs out. That I want to take this time, when our lives are going to change so much, to also change how I dress. Imagine a baby on my hip, wearing something I love, something new.
The music studio has been transformed into a nursery. We left up the twinkle lights. Next up, adding glow in the dark stars.
Every nite before bed he reads The Little Prince to us.
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