Dear Baby

For real?
For real.
Here we go again.
Or rather, here I go again. You, love, are brand new, just a few thousand cells. Or maybe a few million, I’m not the best guesser, especially now.
I’d like to say, chill out, I got this, but I can’t bring myself to be that cocky. But I do kind of know how this might go, and together we’ll figure out the rest.