A Five Minute Hand Cramp Times Two

Just cold, grey expectancy.

After Christmas, so no colors and songs to brighten the cold. After New Year’s, so no promises brashly made to color the future with hope when everything else seems so grey.
But we had “Little G”. He’s truly a “bundle of joy”.

The above is a snippet of a writing exercise I did. I began writing about my nephew’s birth as part of a list of things I would’ve missed had I been at college or elsewhere.

I got a little stuck on the nephew part. He’s my favorite!

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