Tomorrow is the big day. Tomorrow I get to see you for the first time. I'm so excited. And scared. I have no doubt that I will love you. No, that's not what I'm worried about.
The worries I have revolve around the fact that I know I will be missing out on part of your childhood. I will have to work. And probably a lot more than I have wanted to work in a long time. Not for lack of trying to find something I could work at home.
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