The voice of her father has to be something that
is reassuring for her.
Thealmost not an asshole anymoreNate is
sitting next to me. He’s holding Lily’s hand and
talks to her like an idiot using long words and
spouting fucking formulas. Come on, she’s eight
months old. There will be time for these things
later.
I know what he’s trying to do, he wants to
contrast his approach to her with my not-so-kind
manners, but what the fuck, I can control myself if
I want.
Erin is beautiful. She gets more so every day.
How does she do it?
Sometimes at night, I get up to rock Lily but I
rest her on my shoulder and I sit on the bed and
look at both of my girls sleeping.
And I am overwhelmed by an emotion that is
priceless, that cannot be described or quantified
and could not be substituted by anything else.
I love my women.
~ ~ ~
Erin stands up and turns to us. Everyone applauds
enthusiastically and my siblings let out a few too
many hoots and hollers but she laughs happily and
gives us two thumbs-up.
Her father, who is sitting behind me, leans in
towards me.
“She’s got it, I’m sure of it.”
I nod, as sure as he is. How could they not give
