Barring an act of God, this is our last night as three: dad, mom, and baby C. Tomorrow or, at the latest, Tuesday, we will be four.
Of course, I know we’re already four. Have been for, oh, 9 months now. But four will be here tomorrow, in the flesh, and in stereo. And while I can’t wait, it’s still strange, in a very strange way. I still can’t imagine having more than one. I can’t imagine loving another child like I love Caroline. I worry that I won’t be able to love like I do, because how can you have enough to go around? How can I love another like I love that little one I just put to bed and sang “Jesus Loves Me” to?
I know: every dad reading this has felt the same way.
But I still wonder.
So tonight, I go to sleep with these things in mind. I can’t wait to hold my 2nd daughter, to kiss her, to see her face, to have her little fingers wrapped around mine. I can’t wait to see Caroline’s face when she finally gets to meet her baby sister. I can’t wait to see the joy on Amanda’s face as she becomes a mother X 2.
But that’s tomorrow. Tonight, it’s just the three of us.
The Wading Pool 