Eden Liat Harris December 22nd 1996 First Part

never could this baby boomer papa – lviii orbitz round mister sun as I write while wife at present (takes her siesta) imagine dragons, killer Queen Latifah countless ways, thee first of deux daughters would in vite learning how to comprehend unfamiliar infant siren ear splitting strife and mandatory pronto reception, unwittingly ineluctably altering my life prior to parturition of our eldest heiress, ah wanna let chew in on a bit about mess elf before becoming a papa no emotional, financial, nor physical obligation dim manned did obliged, nor required this bard **** to in debt any of his waking and sleeping second, minute, quotidian hour, et cetera on behalf of another person Yukon bet char sweet bippy, that despite initial onset of anticipatory anxiety (no pet tee personal issue; burping baby, diapering, swaddling, et cetera fermi person easily got shucked off), hitherto didst any phenomena until then force displacement of personal habits to become secondary, and obviously, seriously visibly up set status quo, where embedded fixations housed within this scribe required reassignment of tasks until salient event forced him to vet any less important issues to an unspecified future date and/or time, which role i.e. forsook luxury sans, affordable focus on me, and immediately didst force crash course to keep figurative whet stone sharp every waking and sleeping moment of me life, yet.... though a crash course imposed role viz immediate adjustment of mister mom (which obviously necessitated significant sacrifice upon the head of this major Tom) never before until that juncture such selfless experience ever met, but in retrospect salutary outcome found thoughts linkedin whereby time never divided, partitioned, or sectored off to another livingsocial being I never took care of an infant, when her crying heard yet, the birth of Eden Liat Harris incurred (born at Bryn Mawr Hospital),