When I was in prodromal labor (for those not in the know, weeks of contractions that did nothing) I coerced my beloved into playing scrabble...often.
I wanted to continue the family tradition. My mother was induced and stuck in the hospital for three days prior to my birth. Apparently my parents spent those three days playing scrabble.
I like to imagine that. My mom and dad, excited about my birth, getting out the scrabble board and putting down words one tile at a time.
I hope they spelled love.