I've always had a thing for three's and nines, so this should be a good sign. It has been in the past; I'm an only child, obviously with three in my family, and I'm married with a three month-old daughter.
Except I'm scared. Because I have to go back to work in three weeks.
It's not that I don't like my job - I love it. I love teaching, I love being able to talk about beautiful literature every day, I love watching kids grow and change and notice words and poems and plays unfold before them. I love it all.
But I love my daughter more. And the fact that I named her after my favorite writer seems like a cruel joke right now.
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