Somewhere between eating an entire can of olives and topping off a bowl of fruity pebbles, I felt a tiny poke. “Hey, Andy, come here for a second.” I wondered if he would feel it this time. We waited, Marin busy wrangling her tortellini. THEN…to the sound of tortellini slurping, our second babe gave Daddy a kick. “I felt it!” And just like that a regular Sunday went and sprouted a unicorn horn.
Hey, little one, on this 16th day of November 2014, dad felt our secret. Just you wait. He’s so good.