Our first baby was born in the early-morning hours of our second wedding anniversary. I had wondered what pieces of us he would carry. Would he have Daddy’s eyes? My athleticism? In those early dreams of motherhood, everything felt soft and golden. I imagined hiking together through the wilderness, then reading while snuggled on a hammock. I believed instinct would guide me, that the deep love I already felt for this tiny person would translate …
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