Yesterday I went to visit my friend Tiffany’s new baby Milla who is two weeks old. She is gorgeous, and among the first words I said when I saw her were: “I can’t believe she’s so small”, a line every mom says when cradling someone else’s newborn.
Aside from holding her, successfully feeding her a bottle (of expressed milk, I need to add, before Tiffany kills me) and burping her (woohoo, I still have the touch), we also loosely chatted about a potential match between you and Milla one day.
Now, I know it was just a joke and that you’re *only* 18 months and can’t yet say mama let alone marriage, but heck, I really do want you to land up with good stock (kind, clever, preferably sporty, into reading, and preferably a cat lover). I won’t meddle in these matters Max, but if you do want help in finding The One For Now, let me know. Let’s face it, most Jewish people think they’re a matchmaker, but I really will look after your interests…
I hope this post doesn’t embarrass you. I think it might. And that I’ll delete it before you start reading.
Your smitten-for-you Mom
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