“In the end, the only thing I can really promise you is that I won’t promise you anything – except for my eternal and undying love.” – Loved the line. A beautiful post.
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To my unborn boy or girl:
I’m not sure when we’ll meet. I’m not sure what you’ll look like. I’m not sure what your name will be.
I am almost certain, however, that it will be difficult to find a wife that will let me name you Germanicus, Octavia, Aurelius, Augusta, or any other name of my choosing.
I’m unsure if you’ll take an interest to sport, art, or literature. I’m unsure about your sexual orientation or you skin colour. None of these things are, or will be, a concern to me.
I couldn’t possibly love you any more or any less than I already do. Existence and creation are love, after all, and you will spring from that very same eternal source of life – but I digress.
Germanicus Giorgi? [Source: Wikipedia]
You’ll quickly learn that we humans have a cruel obsession with guarantees. We dislike when the…
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