Yesterday, I saw a three-day old baby. When I was young I didn't realize the thrill of seeing new life. In fact, I had to have my own kids before being invited to share the experience of the newborn. Now, I'm let in to the sanctum. (Some readers may know these people personally, so email me if you're in the know.)
Three days old! What is really odd about newborns is that they look kind of old, wrinkly, wise, and Buddha-like. They weigh nothing, but all the human things logged into our genetic code are there. This baby had absolutely beautiful lips. Every baby has something distinctive, but her little feature made her seem especially cute.
It's a privilege to see a new baby. Thanks to my friends for procreating.
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