We saw some pretty spectacular things in 2008 -- age-old rock paintings, unparalleled monuments to love, mountains that were larger than life. We saw the counterplay of predator and prey in the battle of life, and we were touched by kind strangers in countries all over the world. But -- you already know this.
All of that, though, positively pales in comparison to what we saw this week.
It looks like we're going to have to buy another backpack.
How do I describe this feeling? That overwhelming heart-swelly feeling? Watching our baby cross and uncross its tiny wee hands, try to put its teeny thumb in its teeny mouth, flip over on its side in response to prodding by the ultrasound tech, and turn back to show us its perfect little profile, complete with a real nose and a chubby belly? How do I explain that I look at this picture every day in wonderment, that this little baby is ours, that it's with me all the time? How do I tell you that I put my hands in my coat pockets and spread my fingers over my almost-belly think to myself, "Do you know me? Can you feel me?"
Am I making you barf yet?
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