I was able to hold my two week old great-niece today, without contracting any baby fever type urges to have another of my own.  There is great satisfaction in seeing that torch passed along to younger generations, and I felt most content to bask in the sweetness of their rosy, shy delight over the humor and vast love emanating from their newborn.  How very large is our care for the very small.  It seems almost purposeful as a life lesson in perspective and humility.

Also so happy they chose a homebirth.  I had my three at home, and count those experiences among the greatest successes and privileges of my life.  The pain is real, but does not even come close to matching the peace of it all.

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