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There's this raw, uncensored flow of love and gratitude that goes into having your child finally placed in your arms. After nine long months of joy, fear, anticipation, trepidation... oh, Lord, I could go on and on. Did I really go into labor three hours ago and was my firstborn, Grace Aurelie Larrabee, truly just put in my arms? Screaming, hungry, in need of a proper bath, and so utterly beautiful?
I turn my head, still well-burrowed into my pillow, to look at Bill. He reads the wonder in my eyes in a second flat, merely reaching out to stroke my face, which is most likely the biggest mess it's ever been, and whispers, "She's beautiful, Lili. You are breathtaking."
I quickly look down to my daughter; his words of praise and love are so strong, leaving a deeper impression on me than they ever have before. The sight of the two of them combined does me in completely. In a blur, tears are streaming fast and furious from my eyes; I notice with some amusement that they both inflame and cool my hot cheeks some more.
Grace is the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen in my entire life, and my husband is more handsome than any man I've known. In the midst of this crowd of beautiful human beings, I can only sigh and happily dismiss my appearance, quickly helping Grace to find her bearings on my breast and let my eyes flutter closed. Bill's just leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. I must be dreaming...
No, no, I'm not. I did do this... I helped to give life to a little miracle that is lying in my arms, and I couldn't ask for anything more. Just to sleep off this exhaustion.
I know it won't happen, and I dare not complain.