At 5:35 this morning, I officially became a grandmother. Wee Finn arrived scant hours before Creature was scheduled to have labour induced. He has masses of black hair, just as Creature did, and big hands that may grow to be as big as Piglet's. I don't need to add that he is beautiful.
I can't write any more now - but didn't want to let Finn's borning day go by without a message to the blogosphere.
What did my fingers do before they held him?
What did my heart do, with its love?
I have never seen a thing so clear.
His lids are like the lilac-flower
And soft as a moth, his breath.
I shall not let go.
There is no guile or warp in him. May he keep so.
Sylvia Plath
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Congratulations Annie and welcome Finn.
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