Storks and snowstorms, babies and brothers. Exciting, frightening, awe-inspiring - like any great storm. Over in a flash. Lucky enough to have received a firm finger squeeze from the star of the show (and the prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on) - something I will never forget.
Too tired for witty hospital humor or sentimental soft core poetry. Too tired for complete sentences. At this point, I would like nothing more than to rest with e. Tell her she did well. Mumble some corny comment about the sturdy growth of my family tree before drifting into dream land together. Awake with the sun on our faces, snow on the ground, the storm behind us all.
Congrats to K & A. Happy birthday baby girl. Sweet dreams Ya'll.
well said sir
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