I know what your thought has been, I understand it now, but how can children separate us?
When a man and woman look together upon a child, another human being, a part of each of them, a being who would never have existed had they not found each other, a being with the traits of each combined, it seems to me as if their souls should blend somehow as never before.

They are one then, to a certainty.

They have become a unit in the great scheme of existence.

And so, darling, I have thought and thought much.

I have dreamed of you as the little mother, the one who would not be of the silly modern type, the one who, with me, would not be ashamed any more than were our sturdy ancestors of a sturdy family, should we be blessed so.