52. Holding an Infant

Holding Zoe

When I arrived in Portland, the next day, I visited my sister Marcy and got to hold my 6-week-old, not-quite-9-pounds niece Zoe.

She smiled at me!

There is nothing quite so wonderful as holding a newborn.  You forget how tiny they start out.  I’m still smiling when I think about it.  She fell asleep in my arms, which was a break for her mother and a thrill for me.


Of course, another wonderful blessing was getting to spend time with Zoe’s 3-years-and-one-day-old big sister Alyssa.  Another true delight.  (In this picture she’s feeding us pretend food — busghetti — at the park.)


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