My first born in a word: heart
because...
the first experience i had when i knew mine was no longer beating in my chest, but bundled up in a blue blanket early one june morning in 2004
because...
i've never seen a man lose his for another like the way your daddy did for you when he followed you to the NICU
because...
you wear it on your sleeve
because...
you say it might explode because "the most beautiful two girls in the whole world live in this house"
because...
mine breaks when yours does
because...
Jesus lives in yours and you both live in mine
