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  • Dear Pierson,

    This is the first time I saw you.
    My first nephew.
    Everything new.
    Not even four hours old.

    Oma and Papa and Uncle Kevin and I all came to visit you at the hospital today.
    Your Mama and Dada smiled big smiles at their new little boy.

    I look at this picture I took, and think how your world is only as wide as your little eyes, help as near as a squeaky cry. You've just had your hair washed for the first time by the nurse. (Mama pays lots of money for that kind of fancy spa treatment.) :)

    As I watched you getting warm like a baby chicken under the heat lamp, I thought how someday far away, somebody might break your heart. Some horrible Tuesday, you might feel lower than Darth Vader singing the blues in a submarine. If that day comes, I want to be sure you know that you just being born, just being your own baby self, helped me put my heart back together.

    You matter, little one. Not because of how cute or smart you are... but just because you are.

    Now, though, right in this cozy moment, your whole being is for the simplest kind of loving: sleeping and snuggling and eating and looking. Your only inconvenience is that we need to get you smaller fuzzy footie suits to wear when you go home, so your sweet little feet don't end up in the sleeves of your duckie jumper.

    This is a fine place to be, little P.
    (And don't you forget it.)

    All my love,
    Aunt Kiki

    Someday I will tell you about Cowbird, and you can read this collection of letters I'll have saved up for you.
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