Mortality is always so humbling and beautiful.
My second son, Elliott David Marlett, will be born by the time you read this. I'm typing all this up as my wife is going into labor. Really.
Don't worry, I'm going to stop and go to the hospital just as soon as I've finished typing.
If this issue seems a little rushed, well, I'm sorry.
We're all very excited, except maybe his older brother who is 2 years old and understands his brother to be a lump his mommy hides under her shirt.