Sweet

Dan calls.

“I just wanted to tell you, Kate came into the kitchen this morning. She said she had a dream about the baby.”

“Oh!” I say.

“She said the baby was drawing.”

I laugh.

“So I asked her if the baby was a boy or a girl. She said a boy.”

It must be the pregnancy hormones, because I think this is the sweetest story ever, and I’m a little teary-eyed.

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