. . . does my son look like he’s making cold calls for his bid for the 45th House Congressional Seat? In 1972?
So much to say. So little time. If I owe you an e-mail, I apologize. The days are slipping through my fingers like sand. My personal planet Earth remains a mystery on the subject but either way, next week, if not sooner my little guy will be a big brother. I’m completely prepared and utterly not. I’m completely excited. And terrified. I’m a living breathing walking cruise-ship of an oxymoron. And soon, God Willing, I will be a mother of two. But right now? I’m off to pack that finicky hospital bag. Any advice on what you packed in it much appreciated but more importantly, I hope for your thoughts and prayers. I will surely keep you in mine.