(Painting: Flavor Straws, Artist: Lisa Rae Winant)“I wonder what our child will grow up to be like,” she said, rubbing her pregnant belly and gazing up at lovingly at her husband of two years.
“Do you think they will become a CEO or an Executive of a well known company? Or live the opposite life… a nomad who lives and thinks freely for themselves, regardless of what others believe and say? Will they be a dancer? a painter? a football player? What will be their passion? Do you think it depends on whether we have a boy or a girl? Do you ever wonder what they will be like? Do you think they will love us like we already love them? I wonder constantly,” she continued on while walking over to the windowsill before turning around, waiting eagerly for his response.
“I couldn’t tell,” he remarked sarcastically, easily getting a smile out of his wife.
“Of course I wonder about our child, how couldn’t I? I believe that our baby will have a little bit of you and a little bit of me. They will be their own person and have an individuality about them that the world has never seen. Whatever their passion is, yes, they will love us because we will support them in their life. Whether we have a little boy or a little girl, the three of us will forever be connected in a bond that no one will ever be able to break. “
I think the baby will grow up to be a poet....
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