Alexander C. Kaufman
@kaufman
Every morning our routine is the same: I get up between 6 and 7 am and let my wife, who wakes earlier to feed our newborn, go back to bed. I fix another bottle for our daughter, change her diaper, then she falls asleep on my chest for hours. I just read and occasionally kiss her little head, which ā exactly like mine when I was born ā is covered in so much dark brown hair itās the first thing strangers comment on when they meet her. Every 15 minutes or so she sniffles or lets out a little yip and nuzzles her face into my chest and falls back asleep. Iām racked by a sense of how ephemeral this all is ā a kind of pre-nostalgia for when I know Iāll look back and remember these mornings in the sepia-toned blur of memory. I canāt wait to until she can share meals with me and talk and read. I yearn to see who sheāll grow up to be. But right now I just feel so lucky for these mornings, when nothing mattered except loving and nurturing her, being her ultimate protector. What a gift unlike any other.
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Alexander C. Kaufman
@kaufman
Thereās a line in this manga Iām reading about a roving ronin and his baby that goes so hard. āA father knows his childās heart, as only a child can know their fatherās. Father and child walk through life hand in hand. This is seikan, the bond of life.ā
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Joe Crypt
@josephcrypt
Nahš . Don't tell me you just cast a story you're reading?
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