"Honey meet me at Valencia for dinner"... is how the conversation started. I explained to my husband that he has been so patient with me being so sick lately that I wanted to do something special, so I had a gift for him. He opened the gift...dropped it back in the bag and ran off to the restroom for several minutes. His comment when he came back...."that is a cruel joke". It was no joke...I was really pregnant with twins. In his bag was 2 bibs. "Daddy's girl" and "Daddy's boy" and their first photo. Off to the grandparents to tell them.
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