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A New Life

I held the baby this evening. Only about 14 hours in this world. She was tiny and perfect and sleeping. 7 pounds 2 ounces.

Poor thing, as she came into the world her collar bone broke. Just as the mother bore down one more time, the head popped through very fast, and the shoulders were caught in the squeeze. The doctors say it will heal naturally within two weeks.

Her fingers are long and thin. Her feet and legs so small. Oh, how sweet to hold this new life in your arms. I paced with her and promised that we would sing songs, and read books, and bake cookies, and listen to classical music, just like I did with her mother. Her great uncle rocked her and sang Elvis songs.

Her name will be London. I've never known a London before. London, you're beginning your life when the world economy is gloomy and the future doesn't look so promising. You may not have it as good as your mother did. Your world won't be as safe or as free. But you will have love, and family, and support. My dear little one, never give up hope. Always cling to love. Strive for what is pure, and good, and holy, and honest, and true. You'll have all the things that really matter.