You made a somewhat surprisingly gentle entrance into this world. Thank you. I can only liken you to a sprout pushing up slowly through the soil. For me being the soil, though, i felt each mineral, nutrient and clod of dirt moving aside. i will never walk on a patch of dirt the same way again.
Two photos I wish I had taken were:
1) a hospital scene- the silhouette of cora and grandma by the window with the rainy desert sky adorned in a double stranded rainbow and trees and mountains set ablaze by a setting a sun.
2) a home scene - Ender, peeking in through our window, looking for his new baby sister. His blond hair combed, a clean white shirt tucked in his pants, holding a tiny vial of these ambrosial blooms. I almost started weeping at the sight.