I can remember the last time I stayed up for 24 hrs straight. Yesterday. The last time before that? I have no clue whatsoever. But last night- I remember vividly. And I probably always will. Last night was the first time I got to see the Miracle of Birth. That may sound odd- as I have experienced that 3 times- but I never saw it. Experiencing it and seeing it are very different. Both wonderful, amazing, shocking, astounding, fantastic, absolutely awesome. But very different. What I am getting at is that my lovely Sister-in-law had her son today. At 3:15am. I was honored to be allowed to be with her and my Brother-in-law through the whole ordeal. Their son, Owen, was 8lbs, 4oz, strong, healthy, and lovely. They were all amazing. I must say- for me, it is easier to experience than to watch someone go through. Wow, what a strong woman.
Really, there's not much more I can say. Other than: we're tired. We're going to sleep now.
I couldn’t possibly
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