She asks me why I’m crying as I’m holding my newborn. I look into the concerned face of my 2 1/2- year old and wonder how to answer her question. I’m not crying because I’m sore or overwhelmed or sleep deprived beyond exhaustion. All those things are true, of course, but that’s not why I’m crying. I’m crying because as I gaze at my newborn son, I’m remembering.
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