The other day, I was giving Hannah a bath. I just stared at her blond curls and curves of her jaw. I looked long and hard to find bits and pieces of me in her. Word on the street is, half her DNA is from me.
"Isn't it crazy that you are my baby?" I aked her.
"I am your baby! And Mannie is my baby!"
"She is. Maggie is your baby sister! And isn't it crazy that you grew inside my belly?"
"Yeah, that is so silly!"
"It is silly, isn't it?"
I don't think I will ever get used to the fact that this silly, passionate, curly haired blonde is mine. I made her. With some help. But still.