The Christmas I was pregnant with our first baby I must have listened to the song, “Mary Did You Know?” at least one million times. Our due date was still three months away, but I knew the baby I was carrying was a boy. We opted not to confirm my inklings with sonograms and reminded our doctor to keep mum on the gender each time the magic wand glided across my belly.
Still, I knew. I even called him Baby Boy as I patted my growing middle and waltzed through life talking to my precious cargo everywhere we went. And that winter my Kathy Mattea CD (iTunes was only a twinkle in Steve Jobs’ eye) accompanied us like a Hollywood soundtrack illuminating every well-played scene.
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