Thumbs Up From The Other Side
A son is coming down like a cosmonaut from Nirvana. His sonogram is titled 'OPEN HAND.' I am inexpressably happy, scared again, and I'm filled with all the hopes and greeds and fears containable by animal revetments.
If you see him there above, he's thumbing his nose with his left hand and giving a thumbs-up with his right. He looks for all the world like Evelyn Waugh waving to me and my girl from the far corner of the dark-wood-panelled Connaught in London. Behind coke-bottle glasses, his eyes send out babyphores: "Hallo, there. There's a big line outside, but I've got the table! Come on and join me."
Mon p'tit panier blanc, mon joli coeur et encore, quand y'a l'ascenseur. Yes we will join you. Where we live, my son, we open worlds and give the waters back to skies. We all begin and end in dreams, and await you.
8 comments:
Felicitation Marc!
:)
Magnifique, mon ami.
Thanks, guys. Now for the easy part!
Holy moly! Big congrats! but I gotta ask: Where is the petit richard? I can't see that...
Hope you guys have a great time in Hawaii. Are you taking your other little dude?
She (iz) says the same thing to me every night.
Congratulations! I suppose this will keep you away from Mona's for a while?
Thank you both.
Other little dude staying with Gramma for a last vacation hurrah, although I might be showing up at Mona's more often than usual, depending.
As for gender, I think this one might be doing something with his right hand...
Bares a remarkable resemblence to my partner Zoey. . . who she thinks is human but we all know different. Congratulations!
Well, now, Me-person, that's a high compliment, and fur and feline agility are such advantages in climactic times. Thanks! ;-)
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