So when I crawled into bed last night next to my beautiful wife and scooted down to rest my head on her ever growing tummy I exhaled all the bad air of the day. I breathed deep and began to tell Emma of all the things we would do when she graced us with her presence and finished it off with a little song my aunt used to sing to me that went like this:
I have a daisy on my toe
It is not real, It does not grow
It's just a tattoo of a flower
So I look neat taking a shower
It's on the second toe-
Of my left foot
It's a stem and flower-
But it has no root
BECAUSE
That wouldn't look good
I have a daisy on my toe
It is not real, It does not
grow ow ow ow ow-
As I sat up and asked Char if she could feel anything from the baby she quickly grabbed my hand and put it on her belly and for the first time I felt our little baby girl-child move. I like to think she was dancing to my beautiful music more realistically she was probably trying to cover her budding ears or punch at whatever was making such a racket but no one will know so we will go with my theory of dance. At that moment the whole world became right.
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