#1,142 Baby Rasberry.
On December 21, Jim and Mallorie and Ben and I went to dinner at Cotton Blues. Over cornbread and shrimp and grits, they told us that they were going to be having a baby. Not “someday” but imminently. As in, August. We were the first people they said it out loud to and Mallorie and I began quietly crying right there at the table. It was a surprise that they’d only begun to understand a couple days before. We didn’t say anything, we just watched each other cry, both of us shocked that it wasn’t a rhetorical baby, but a very real life just beginning. A person who will have a name and a face and a personality. Jim and Ben were over the moon.