Last night Klint was joking about our next baby. I keep thinking there won't be one. The last birth was not a good thing for me. I am lazy and Edith exhausts the heck out of me right now. And I was getting the feeling that there would be no more babies.
Then I thought something I'd never thought before. I imagined ten years from now and I saw two kids running around and yelling and having a good time. Then I saw one kid, lonely and shy, sitting at a dining room table. I don't want Edith to be alone.
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