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Monday, April 17, 2006

Welcome to the world, little one

Tim was hoping there'd be a full-moon baby late last week, but it turned out that baby Milo Oliver Lee held on until Easter. He was born on Sunday evening. Seven pounds, several ounces. Your basic newborn-sized length.

I could barely sleep because I could feel the shift in the universe.

Suddenly this new human exists.

I've never really contemplated the gravity of it, because I've never been so close to birth before. Well, I've never been an aunt before. I'm so excited!



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