I figured out how to squiggle out my nipple to show you pictures of the baby being born, I know you’re super thrilled about that. It worked about 80% of the time. Some places I couldn’t be bothered.
I was thinking on what I wrote yesterday about Beck’s birth, and how there is so much more to say, but I’d written over 3,000 words and felt like it needed to stop because no one wants to read that much in one sitting anymore, right? Books, schmooks. So I stopped, and then I realized that this is probably what the phrase there are no words really means. In reality, there are ALL the words, but no matter how many you put down it’s just never right or enough or something.
So we’ll just add more words to the situation to really clear things up, ok?