Rocket is 6 weeks old today. She is just learning to smile and hold up her head like a pro and she grunts like a little dragon. I passed down my awkward big feet/hands and elf ears to her — she makes me proud of something I used to be so ashamed of. She is my champion.
„What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get so choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she like hers.“