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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Welcome to the World Baby Girl!

Found this poem and thought it so sweet and appropriate:

AT LAST WE MEET
At last we meet
Although I've known you forever.
First you were a dream,
Then a fuzzy blur of a sonogram,
And then soft stirrings of butterfly wings.
And then hiccups
And elbows and knees tickling my ribs.
And finally a slippery, beautiful
Lavender turning wiggly pink.
Happy birthday.

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