| 2010-02-09
- 8:39 p.m. She slept. He walked the room, holding the baby girl in his arms, rubbing her back. The baby girl. He couldn't yet think of her as his baby girl. Her weight was real in his arms but the responsibility he just couldn't get a hold of. He walked with her out of the bedroom, through the hall, into the living room. Box, their dog, followed behind him. He sat on the couch. Box climbed onto the platform he had built up by the window and looked out. This was his life now. A great dog, a perfect woman, and this little person he now had on his lap. Samantha. Sam. Named after his wife's grandmother. Samantha Louise. She was beautiful. Her skin was soft and she smelled like early April. She ate and pooped and made noises and every time he looked at her his heart broke again. |
