When you make the decision to have a child, you are expecting some changes obviously. Big changes really. But it’s hard to quantify just how much changes. It’s both seismic, macro changes and teeny, tiny microscopic changes. All the way down to how you even define a word or experience. To wit, a good day is now something totally different for me than it used to be. It’s no longer dependent on the Red Sox winning, a three hour nap, capturing a leprechaun or an ice-cold beer. Okay, maybe the beer still qualifies, but it’s as if Cece is holding up a prism and refracting my vision. In a good way. See for yourself:
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