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September 6, 2012
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Really quickly (gotta go to work in like 3 minutes):

Had a dream last night that my family was putting up a huge white tent for me. You know, the kind that people get married under…very tall, with plastic windows and all that. There was a dance floor and a living room area. There was also a nursery.

My aunt walked in with her three children (who are all grown, by the way). She was holding a big ol’ baby in her arms and smiling widely. I asked to hold her new baby, because, why not? And wouldn’t you know it, but that baby was HEAVY. It was so hard to keep the baby in my arms that I had to sit down and play with him on my lap. He was so cute, too! Dark hair, little overalls, big cheeks. My aunt kept going on and on about how happy she was that he was hefty, and that it meant he was nice and healthy. She was so excited! She also kept comparing the baby to her oldest child, also a boy, and how this baby seems to be so much nicer and happier than his older brother.

Then, when the tent was finished, we all sat around, and there was a book we all had to read (that I remembered the name of this morning but now can’t recall). It was understood, though, that this book had been written by one of us, and that it told our story.

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  1. September 6, 2012 5:52 pm

    We were just talking about hefty babies!!

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