We're currently enjoying ourselves at Canyon Ranch, a spa in Arizona, and a pre-baby treat from my (Elliot's) parents. Perhaps because we're just about 2 months away from having a child (or maybe it's all the endorphins from vigorous hikes in the desert), but I've started having dreams about being a new father.
Barbara and I have decided to keep our favorite names for our daughter a secret, with this exception. It came to me 2 nights ago in a dream. In the dream, Barbara had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl. Both of us were glowing, and were so happy to finally lay eyes on our daughter.
We enjoyed the new experience for a few minutes, when a nurse approached us.
"Now that's you've had some time with your new baby, are you ready to give her a name?" the nurse asked.
Barbara and I paused, then smiled at one another. Barbara nodded to me.
"Yes," I announced proudly, "her name is Toasty McChestnut."
Dreams are bizarre.
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Can I ,at least, be told her first initial?
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