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Happy 13-months-old-day in India.
Pre-baby I always thought that, by the time a kid learned how to walk, that was it. They’d be walking. Inside, outside, in the store, to the store, what have you. One day they’re crawling, the next day you’re strolling hand-in-hand to the park. Turns out, not so much.
My husband has a gift for naming. Nicknaming that is. Everyone has a nickname, often whether they know it or not. Will is no exception.
I think the sheer number of nicknames Chris has bestowed upon Will is one way he shows his love. In fact, it’s hard to keep track of them all at this point, so I thought I’d share a few so that we can remember them.
A man sat down next to me on the metro this morning; as in actually got up from his seat two rows behind me in order to sit next to me and make googly-eyes with Will. He looked older than my father, with deep dark-chocolate eyes and an accent that sounded as if he’d …