I Marvel Over Barry’s Limbs

Barry’s arm

I can’t have enough of my Barry.

I have made up a song called ‘Arm, Foot’ which consists of only the words ‘arm… foot, arm… foot, arm.. foot’ in a soft voice and with the word ‘foot’ having the higher inflection of the two words since I marvel over Barry’s limbs. I occasionally think of simple songs that consist of just a sentence or two or three words sung over and over to please Barry (It’s one way that I bond and have a good time with her).

I love having Barry on my lap or cradled in my arms or sitting nearby.

I just love her.

I picture wearing a baby sling with Barry’s head poking out.

I envision pushing a stroller with Barry in it.

It’s very meaningful for me to do activities with Barry, like having her looking at toy displays or menus or signs or billboards.

I don’t know if there will be a human being that I feel attached to as I feel towards Barry.

I can’t see at all what it would be like to have a human being in my life that I would look forward to waking up to see every day for decades.

I have little faith in meeting a human being that I want to hold for years and years.

Maybe it’s because humans are often fickle. I think it’s because Barry can never cause…