This March, my first child, a boy, will be here. My wife and I have ultrasound pictures on the fridge. In one, he looks like Voldemort, and in another, he looks like a witch. But there’s one of his face: his eyes closed, his lips plump (and curved in a slight pouty position due to the ultrasound tech having pushed him in the womb to get a better shot) – his nose nothing like Voldemort’s or a witch’s.
There’s one other feature in the picture: a dimple. It’s heartwarming, knowing he will be here soon and I’ll hear him, the sound of life: hear him cry and squeak and burp and hiccup and pigadee (Penobscot for fart) and sneeze, the moves he makes while sleeping. When he’s here, I’ll be able to touch his cheeks, his lips, his little nose and that dimple.
