November 21, 1994 ~ Adirondack Mountains, New York
It was late. It was really late.
As Paul sped through the house looking for everything him, his wife, and the baby on the way might need. As well as everything they wouldn't need, for Paul just grabbed anything that touched his fingers. Random pens, coins, and clothing ended up in the duffle bag that he was throwing the items in.
"Honey, I have everything we need." Anne said. She's the one going into labor, but she was the calm one. Suit case in hand she carefully started walking to the door. Her stomach was making flips as she pictured the baby girl or boy. She didn't know the sex of the child, and neither did Paul. They wanted to make it a surprise. They picked out their favorite names. The name "Adam" was her favorite of the boy names. And "Paige" was her favorite of the girl names. Paul had the duty to pick the middle names which he automatically chose "Joseph" for the boy after his father. He chose "Marie" for the girl, because it seemed to be a commonly used middle name. Plus he couldn't think of anything more creative and meaningful. Paul is a simple, yet selfish man. And Anne hoped that with the baby being born that not only will she get closer to Paul, but he will see that nothing is simple.
That some things are extraordinary.
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