Baby Well-Born
2024 is nearly here, and I haven't blogged half of 2023. It was a hard year, which is hard to blog.
I bought the fanciest camera I'll ever own, and I've almost entirely stopped taking pictures.
I've come nearer than I ever have to closing up shotsnaps for good, and it's a mass of loose threads and gaping holes. Before the new year elbows out the old, though, I want to share a few crummy phone photos of the best part of the year, with more story to come in the future if I ever follow through on good intentions. (Elizabeth Frances! These are for you!)
Mallory Mirth practically fell into our arms on December 14th, and John and I marveled at her as if she was our first baby. This sweet girl of ours is a full-heart-spilling-over gift to two middle-aged geezers and their children, and we are full of love and gratitude.
The best papa. I love this man.
And here's an almost real-time photo Millie just took on her phone.
