When you see those little tootsies, and tiny hands all you want to do is
to kiss them all the time. The eyes that can only see you when you are about 30
cm away and the little heart that beats just for you. You love the little being
that you created, you are the proud parents. Overwhelmed with joy and love towards
the most precious little creature in the whole wide world.
Or that’s how we felt when our daughter was born. I am pretty sure that no
matter who people are, they still feel the same.
My cousin has just had a baby. I had a feeling that it may happen soon as
I kept thinking of her and that I still needed her address – so I emailed my
aunt yesterday morning; she replied, but I couldn’t access my personal email
account from work; a few hours later my dad emailed me at work with the
fabulous news. I think I got maybe a tad overexcited as I shared the news with
my coleagues. That’s just who I am. I like others to experience the joy I take
part in. More often than not, people here are reserved and just look at me as
if I came from the Moon. I think they must be English ;)
So, provided that I can find the Post Office today, this is going to be
sent out to the proud parents of Baby L.
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