Love letters to my son about his mom, his dad, the people around us, and all of New York City, from the time of his conception and beyond.
Friday, August 9, 2013
July 29, 2013 (8 months)
Hip, beautiful, and friendly Brooklynite at the coffee shop says to me: "He's not going to be an only child, is he? I was an only child and I hated it."
Thanks, lady. I'll keep that in mind if I happen to ever give birth to you.
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