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Rachael Hall

It always bothered me to hear men talk about "my wife" in newsletters, as if their wives didn't have names. It sounded very possessive and archaic, and totally unromantic.

Think about loving a baby on the way. Now that's a challenge, because you constantly think of him/her as "my baby" and you may have a name picked out, but sometimes the name doesn't fit when you see him/her for the first time. I didn't know Hannah would be a girl, so when I found out, I had to say goodbye to the little boy I had imagined for months. It was a sort of death and farewell, and then an introduction to the real and present personality, and yes, instant, undying, selfless love when she was first placed in my arms, all red, wrinkled and small.

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