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Where do you begin to describe the wonders of a newborn? The silky hair. The clamped-shut eyes that aren’t ready to face the world. The heart-shaped mouth that makes pretend sucking movements even in sleep. Paper-thin nails on ten perfectly formed fingers and toes. A newborn is all of this, of course . . . and more.
This week, we welcomed our sixth grandchild into the world, and the greatest news is that she’s a GIRL!! Soft. Pink. Already filling our hearts.
It’s been a while. Between us, my sister and I have seven sons and six grandsons–fun, exceptional people who spit on the sidewalk and throw rocks for no good reason. Who wrinkle their noses at dressing up. Who popped from the womb making v-room, v-room noises. Hmmm. . . I see. You know what I’m talking about! I cherish each of my sons and grandsons and celebrate the unique qualities they have. In other words, I’m comfortable with sweaty socks, slurpy kisses, and skinned knees.
>Welcome, Baby Girl
With no prior experience, I’m not sure we’ll be able to figure out the “girl” in this equation, but already, Papa Max likes the feel of that tiny, dimpled hand in his. He can’t wait to show her off to the world. And neither can I.
Welcome, Baby Girl.
You are loved.