I have a quiet one in here.
Baby FiFi likes awake and sleep times,
but if memory serves,
all the brothers were wildness personified by now.
I reached the third trimester while traveling and
it doesn’t seem real.
Like HOW can it be real?
I’m so in love and so in disbelief,
I wrote a bit about it today over here if you’d like to read.
I also have a soul like me in here.
One who is inspiring the most epic dreams and
the most epic existential breakdowns I’ve ever had.
I guess it was about time.