I have been feeling surges of sadness. They come at times like when Bear is peering around the edge of the couch, waiting to catch my eye and burst into a cackle. Or when we are outside and she pulls herself up on a chair, pats the chair beside it and looks at me. Or when she stands in front of me with her hands out, palms up, and asks for "cuddoows".
Things will change. I am happy and excited about the change, but the thought that the total attention and love we give to Bear will inevitably have to be divided, at least in quantity, brings on melancholy.
I never grew up with siblings. I hope it is a good thing, that they are friends and learn from and enrich each other. I hope I am up to the task of being a father twice over.
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