Oh, it will be more than three pages, my friend. By the time you finish reading it, there will be a new little JoJo running around. Or at least crawling.
I've almost finished writing up October, still have November to go: for every day taking pictures, you need about two days sorting through the shots (I averaged about 600 shots a day), writing about the birds, the landscape, and anything else that seems relevant.
Guess I'll host it on redhill.net.au. Far too long to post here.
By the way, your wife-to-be is clearly a sensible woman. None of this old-fashioned take the man's name rubbish. I like her already. When you get to name the child time, may I suggest a simple, fair, and pleasing scheme? Here's an example.
Let's say Mr Pradeep has a sister and she and I meet, fall in love, and get married. (God forbid.) Further, let's suppose that we have children. (Perish the thought!)
(No offence, Mr Pradeep, I'm sure your sister (if you have one) is charming, but (you see), there are only two kinds of people on this earth: those that ought to get married, and those that ought not to get married. The key to a decent life (in my estimation) is working out which sort you are and not forgetting it!)
Anyway, we have two children and, naturally, we call them Bruce and Mary. Bruce's full name is Bruce Mercutio Tannin. Mary's full name is Mary Bananas Pradeep. Boys take the father's name, girls take the mother's name. Simple. Fair. Practical.
And pleasing, I think.
There you go, JoJo: your first domestic dispute resolved well in advance.
You may return the favour by reminding me at the apropriate moment, (should the situation ever arise), that I and the not marrying kind of person, and not to be a bloody idiot.
You, of course, like our friend Mr Pradeep of the imaginary sister, are the other sort. Long life and enjoy it together!