There are many things you should remember to take with you. These are things you can forget.
The head! Holy s#*t, it’s a head! One more push, and an entire baby. Our entire baby. Our son.
You knew it was happening, but you didn’t see it coming. Your oldest daughter is leaving home, going to college. You’re old.
“Sir.” That’s all it takes. A syllable. A sentence without structure or syntax. A single morpheme.
“They’re such beautiful shirts,” she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds…