Before we become like ships

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I already know, when the baby is born, he or she will take over our entire life. Mornings will blend into evenings, and evenings will merge again with the day, and so on and so forth, until we can no longer tell the difference. I already know, when the baby is born, that there will come a point, between each and every sleep, and each and every waking moment, when my husband and I will become ships that merely pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, a distant voice in the darkness.

These are the things I would like to remember, before that happens, and before we forget that long before this child, there was only the two of us.

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