He told me he is going to be a dad. I paced the room in silence. I paced the room in silent excitement. I paced the room, all the while going backwards to a time when we were kids. Now he is having one and all I can say as the emotion spills over both sides of the phone is that I am going to be an aunt. He is not of my blood, but he might as well be. I love a child that is still in the making. Funny how that works.
I think therefore I write 