One year and one month later:"Dad, get me the strawberry one today!" Jayden yells. Sam yells as he expertly circles a parking post on his electric scooter. "I always get it on my shirt, and this one won't show as much."For several months now, my son has been calling me "Daddy." He says it casually and easily, like everything else he does—laughing, joking, talking about serious things, and drawing. But I shudder every time. I don't know how much time will pass before I get used to having them: my son, the most extraordinary child in the world, and her, a woman unlike any other."And you, Tasha?" I glance at my wife. "You're wearing blue today. What flavor would be appropriate if you got dirty, too?""As far as I know, they don't have blueberries, so take any," Tasha says, holding her stomach as she gracefully sits on the bench. "I'll have to rely on my own care."I nod, but I'm in no hurry to leave. She truly is a unique creature. I can't explain my feelings for her any other way. Li
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