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Jen: This morning I did get out to the Wetlands Park. The fog was dense. And I felt the joy and the fear I felt holding Ellen for the first month she made me a dad – the joy of looking into her eyes, the fear of holding to0 tightly or not tight enough.

Seeing you again, Jen, will be like that for me – just imagining you again, imaging you sitting on every bench in the Wetlands, imagining you every time I passed one of your “Jen” benches, made me feel like that, like I would do whatever had to be done, even without the faith that I could do it right.

David