As they laid our beautiful baby girl on my chest, I ran my fingers over her fuzzy eyebrows. She struggled to open her eyes, pulling her head like a magnet toward the overhead hospital light; it was a good sign. She was serious, quiet, tiny, sensitive, and a deep thinker. All of this was evident within the first minute of meeting her face to face. Her dark hair was already an inch long, making her appear as if she was wearing a wig. Read more >
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