And the top of his head smelled delicious
About a month ago, maybe two, J-Dog asked me sort of out of the blue how I know that I want kids. I tried to answer her as best I could. I told her that I love MB so much that it makes me curious to see what kind of kid we can make together (God and nature willing, of course). I told her how I'd always felt comfortable around kids and always just sort of figured I'd have one someday. I don't know if she was satisfied with my answer, and I have to admit it wasn't much above a very lame "I just know."
Tonight I hung out with Macduff after work so that Teacher Incognito could get some grading done. Macduff started getting sleepy and fussy around 7:30, so T.I. fixed him a bottle and he and I retreated to the rocking chair. Before long, he was sound asleep, his multi-megawatt BabyFurnace going full blast. I had brought a scarf-in-progress along for just this eventuality, and so we sat there in the dim living room for quite awhile, me knitting carefully and him sleeping with his soft little head in the crook of my arm.
It reminded me of J-Dog's question, and here's the truth: sometimes every cell of you just knows.