or rather, this is the delight the Flaco feels at a very small surprise like "I peeled you an orange!" So take that look and transfer it onto Matthew's face and onto my face and you are nowhere near picturing how surprised we are. Because we were surprised to the point of staring dumbfoundedly. Eyes wide open, staring up at the dark ceiling. Whispering. "For real? Are you really?" "Yeah, for real. Yes." "Uhh... Okay. Oh wow. Okay." "Yeah, okay, right? Okay!" And then all this slowly building, eyes shining in the dark like a pair of raccoons, hands held tightly. Breathing in the cold night air, letting it sink in. Aching to tell, aching to not. But we can refrain no longer; we're like Flaco and his orange. Excited and toothy kind of high-pitched. We're having a baby!