Asking the age old question, where do we start?
I try to think where her story starts.
When I went to my parents' for the weekend
And the Labrador could smell her
And for the first time in her dog life, didn’t jump on me
Or when I met her father
And we kissed on our first date
At the cowboy bar that's burned down twice now,
Or when we named her
And whispered her into my womb
On an island far from here
Or when she jumped awake in Star Wars,
Whatever one was out
The Christmas before she was born
Or when she was born
Or when I first felt her kick
Or when I decided I wanted a daughter
And wondered what she would be like
When was that?
It’s hard to know where to begin
When we’re constantly in the process of beginning.
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