Welcome small girl. Your skin-pink newness has already charmed us; your firm, sure spirit already amused us as you hold tight to your mother, and have even lifted your head.
I have only met you once and am waiting to do so again when the clinical flurry is over, and your parents have whispered their lifelong promises to you.
Little beauty. You are now three hours old and your soul grows with each minute, and already fills the world with the prospects of your presence.
You sit in the arms of my girl, your mother, skin to skin, in the same room (or close by) that she was born in. That cycle is strange. Our lives grow out, yet sometimes loop back to remind us of where we began.
We have been waiting and now you are here. Welcome small girl. Now we await your naming.
(For Sam and Sarah and their small new beauty)
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