This is DaBaby. She turned three on February 13th. How did I get to the place where my baby is three and there’s not a new one coming or even thought about? It’s not somewhere I thought I’d be even 18 months ago. OTOH, I’m pretty content here. And I guess that’s a pretty good thing. I may still be able to catch, but I’m not sure that I could still carry. Not that it’s something I have to worry about these days.