Of course, it was neither special nor unusual that I had a birthday three days before Christmas. That's a thing we are quite accustomed to.
However, on my birthday, my daughter began to go into labor. It started slow and took awhile to ramp up.
The next day, her baby was born, a tiny blond bundle of Christmas sweetness.
The day after that was Christmas Eve, and then Christmas Day.
There were only four of us this year, and Duffy. But it was beautiful, with blue skies, golden prairies and 50 degrees.
Christmas breakfast
Shannon soaking in window light.
A little Christmas joy.
And far away, a baby boy begins to grow in a big, new world...
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Congratulations!
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