I'll send you down a few quarts tomorrow, then. Or Wednesday at the latest, if my shift runs late and I don't get a chance to go picking again, but we've been finishing up on time lately, miracle of miracles. Anything else you're craving? You know you only have to say the word, luv -- I'll go running anywhere you send me.
I'm not going to be that tedious person who says "but you're doing THE MOST IMPORTANT WORK A WITCH CAN DO" like you're only good for making babies, but, well, you are making a person, and I have it on good authority that's rough work. I'm not surprised you haven't had the energy for camp visits. I know you miss it, though. At least we don't have Snape using up all the Polyjuice anymore so it's not so urgent that you be doing as many of the visits as you can? (And oh, Merlin, now I'm imagining Malfoy doing camp visits. Although it might be good for him, knock some of those airs straight out of him, but you know he'd never be any good at being delicate with parents.)
And I know what you mean about wanting to do something. We are doing something important, and we're doing it as well as we can, I do believe that. But there's still that nagging feeling ... I wonder if it's being about to become a father. I mean, you've been through all this before, but I keep catching myself thinking about Baby and realising he or she is already changing so much about how I think.
I don't want our kid to grow up in this world. In twelve years I want to be able to stand on the platform with purebloods and halfbloods and Muggleborns and all of us wave at our kids and worry about nothing more than whether they packed enough pairs of socks. And I think we're on our way there, I have to believe we're on the way there, but I don't know if we're heading there fast enough.
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Date: 2014-09-02 02:11 am (UTC)I'll send you down a few quarts tomorrow, then. Or Wednesday at the latest, if my shift runs late and I don't get a chance to go picking again, but we've been finishing up on time lately, miracle of miracles. Anything else you're craving? You know you only have to say the word, luv -- I'll go running anywhere you send me.
I'm not going to be that tedious person who says "but you're doing THE MOST IMPORTANT WORK A WITCH CAN DO" like you're only good for making babies, but, well, you are making a person, and I have it on good authority that's rough work. I'm not surprised you haven't had the energy for camp visits. I know you miss it, though. At least we don't have Snape using up all the Polyjuice anymore so it's not so urgent that you be doing as many of the visits as you can? (And oh, Merlin, now I'm imagining Malfoy doing camp visits. Although it might be good for him, knock some of those airs straight out of him, but you know he'd never be any good at being delicate with parents.)
And I know what you mean about wanting to do something. We are doing something important, and we're doing it as well as we can, I do believe that. But there's still that nagging feeling ... I wonder if it's being about to become a father. I mean, you've been through all this before, but I keep catching myself thinking about Baby and realising he or she is already changing so much about how I think.
I don't want our kid to grow up in this world. In twelve years I want to be able to stand on the platform with purebloods and halfbloods and Muggleborns and all of us wave at our kids and worry about nothing more than whether they packed enough pairs of socks. And I think we're on our way there, I have to believe we're on the way there, but I don't know if we're heading there fast enough.