StarDate 91705
My role in the baby process is becoming more and more clear. I am like Mission Control for my wife, the astronaut. She is doing all the dangerous, hard, amazing work, while I keep my feet on the ground just making sure she has what she needs. Instead of hearing her say, "Houston, we have a problem", I am expecting another Texas city..."Austin, we have a problem!"
At the end of this mission, everything will change. Tricia and I will discover another intelligent life and will be responsible for introducing it to the world and to its Creator. But I suppose THAT is when the journey really begins. But the joys that will come with this Mission far outweigh the cost, for outweigh the danger, far outweigh the emtional toil. How can this Mission bring Tricia and I even closer? How can what we have embarked on allow our hearts to fuse together even more tightly? How can my heart be softened even more to the quite heartbeat of a small life in my arms? We'll see.
Malone out.
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