Ground, this is flight. We need the go / no go on delivery in October.

Roger flight. Go / no go on delivery in October. Standing by.

Sack size?
GO.

Development?
GO.

Crown to rump?
GO.

Position?
GO.

Heart beat?
GO.

Heart rate?
GO FLIGHT.

Roger that ground, we are a go for delivery for October. Over.
Roger that flight, we are a go for twins in October.

The plan was to come in to the office this morning, get a little work done, then leave for Cheryl’s ultrasound. Sure, I’ll just sit here and do some work while I wait on the news that could change the rest of my life.

No problem.

I look at Cheryl and I see my love, my wife, my dearest. I look at my child and I see me, only a lot more willful; and a whole lot more outspoken. I look at my wife and I sometimes see a rock. At other times I see a feather. I look at my daughter and I sometimes see the spawn of satan. At other times I see the sweetest person on Earth. I look at myself and I see someone I would have envied in college.

It’s hard to believe what a little change in perspective will bring.