George Lewis
9 lbs. 6 oz.
Thanksgiving morning. Two and one half hours labor, and the all natural birth I'd dreamed of gave way to a beautiful baby boy. All the imagining in the world couldn't have prepared us for his resplendent face. Bliss. We raise our hearts in a song of joy, thanksgiving the air we breathe.
He eats and sleeps like a champ. The children encircle him with love and curiosity.
I take each slow moment for the gift it is. They run through our fingers like water.
There is nothing in all the world like new life. Marvelous and mysterious.
ReplyDeleteA thanksgiving birthday is so perfect. :) Beautifully said!
ReplyDeleteSuch joy my friend, such joy...
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