Sita, on the day of your newborn photos, you were one day past a week old. It was four degrees out. Snow was falling – the big, luscious kind of flakes that fall softly to the ground in the most beautiful way. And despite lots of coaxing from your mama, dad, and I, you wanted nothing to do with a nice winter nap.
And so, you were snuggled, and cuddled, and kissed, and ahhhhed over instead.
And no one minded one bit.
Welcome to the world lovely girl!
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