Dear Baby,
I had a dream about you last night. You were born with a full head of hair and had your daddy’s eyes. He thinks you’ll be born October 12th, but he also thought you were a girl. You may stay in there as long as you like, I just ask that you leave my bladder alone when we’re pedaling about.
I love you, Munchkin.
-Mommy
Listening to: Bob Dylan’s Self Portrait
Flower Child 