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She really doesn't cry much.
Really.
I'm so grateful to her for that.
But when she does cry,
It's so...
Sad
Like she's already got a broken heart
From that three-month-old little boy
At the park
Which I know is impossible
Because the only one she knows how to love yet
Is me
And I love her too much to break her little heart
I know it's just because she's hungry
Or wet
Or bored
Or lonely
And sometimes
I wonder if she misses her mother
Without even having known her for more than a day
Julie hasn't called once
Not that I want her to
She's crying right now
Due for her feeding
I'm just settling the two of us in the rocker
When someone knocks on the door
I try to feed her one-handed and open the door
And almost drop her when I see who is there
It's Ryan
"Hey," he says. "Wow, she's gotten bigger. Is she getting hair?"
Panicked, I look at PJ's head
Is it possible she started sprouting hair and I missed it?
It's all those damn hats Summer's been sticking on her
Sure enough, she has the finest white-blonde peach fuzz
I feel like shit because I didn't notice
"She's beautiful, Luke. She seems really happy."
This lifts my spirits a little.
"Thanks," I say. "So...what...?"
I trail off
"I thought maybe we'd see if we can't figure out that crib," Ryan says
Nodding towards the pile of white-metal bones
Still lying on the floor.
"After all, she'll outgrow that bassinette before you know it."
Just as quickly as she grew hair, I think to myself.
I remove the bottle from PJ's mouth and burp her
She does so magnificently, and I laugh proudly
Why I'm really laughing
Is because Ryan is our first and only visitor
Aside from Summer
She really doesn't cry much.
Really.
I'm so grateful to her for that.
But when she does cry,
It's so...
Sad
Like she's already got a broken heart
From that three-month-old little boy
At the park
Which I know is impossible
Because the only one she knows how to love yet
Is me
And I love her too much to break her little heart
I know it's just because she's hungry
Or wet
Or bored
Or lonely
And sometimes
I wonder if she misses her mother
Without even having known her for more than a day
Julie hasn't called once
Not that I want her to
She's crying right now
Due for her feeding
I'm just settling the two of us in the rocker
When someone knocks on the door
I try to feed her one-handed and open the door
And almost drop her when I see who is there
It's Ryan
"Hey," he says. "Wow, she's gotten bigger. Is she getting hair?"
Panicked, I look at PJ's head
Is it possible she started sprouting hair and I missed it?
It's all those damn hats Summer's been sticking on her
Sure enough, she has the finest white-blonde peach fuzz
I feel like shit because I didn't notice
"She's beautiful, Luke. She seems really happy."
This lifts my spirits a little.
"Thanks," I say. "So...what...?"
I trail off
"I thought maybe we'd see if we can't figure out that crib," Ryan says
Nodding towards the pile of white-metal bones
Still lying on the floor.
"After all, she'll outgrow that bassinette before you know it."
Just as quickly as she grew hair, I think to myself.
I remove the bottle from PJ's mouth and burp her
She does so magnificently, and I laugh proudly
Why I'm really laughing
Is because Ryan is our first and only visitor
Aside from Summer
