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.)