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So.
Baby. A wee little baby Emmeline (because, really, we should be so lucky as to have the baby take after its mum). It's mum.
How absolutely, painfully surreal. And wild. And, somehow, exciting. Because...just...because it's Emmeline and a baby and I really love her.
So it just may turn out well in the end. Which is an exciting thought.
It is almost enough to make me stop feeling jealous that Dorcas is moved in with him. And instead of feeling guilty for that, I'm going to try and sit with Emmeline instead.
Hey. How're you feeling? Anything I can do to help?
I love you, by the way.
Scotland does not seem to want to give up winter. Somehow, somewhere it's spring. But not here yet. Not by a long shot.