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Last evening, after putting my daughter to bed, I stayed up late and painted this picture of my new baby’s room (we’re having a boy in November, if I forgot to tell you). After the paint dried, I put it in a frame and hung it up to see … well, if it matched the room’s paint.
My wife asked me if I dated it. I hadn’t. She then suggested that I put a little note in it… What a great idea. Writing the note for my son brought back similar emotions to writing my daughter a pre-birth poem. I need to write him one as well…
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