it is of her, holding her goddaughter without a name, sitting on our old porch with alex about six hours after the aforementioned kid was born. i am not in the picture. i don't know where i was--maybe watching the original "batman" movie with three and a half year old milo for the twenty-seventh time.
wherever i was, i was glowing. it was a good day. it was good, hard work, and it was a really, really good day.
and there has never been a more beautiful baby girl, matched only by the loveliness of her godmother.
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