She was born on Groundhog's Day (much to the delight of our midwife, who is from Punxatawney). She weighed 10 lbs, 9 oz, making her roly poly older sisters seem positively delicate by comparison. We brought her home a week ago.
She's darling. She's adorable. She's perfect.
There's not really much more to say, though I could go on and on using up every baby cliche ever invented. I'll spare you, and sign off instead with a little Wordsworth, who was much better with words than I am:
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.
