My future sister in law is pregnant. Very pregnant. Due tomorrow. I want this baby to be here, now. I love kids and I want one to cuddle and teach and play with and read to and love.
That's the strange thing. I love this baby. I haven't met it, I don't know what it looks like or behaves like or what it likes or dislikes. All I know is that it will be my nephew (future, but I mean, we are getting married in four months) and that's more than enough to make me love him. Who is going to squabble over those details?
The weirdest thing to me is that some people talk about really needing to bond with the baby or child. I'm bonded, right now. I know that I will love him. Already. Since he was little more than a cluster of cells, I have loved him. How is that? How can I love something so completely, with all of my being, without even meeting him?
This isn't the first time that this happened. I have cousins who are 15 or more years younger than me. I've loved them since they were embryos. A love that fills my heart with joy.
Well, I hope he comes soon, so I can share some of this love with him...
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