Baby!

How can I even try to write at this moment? Thursday was the kind of day that seems about a week long and yet is over in an instant. A maze of hallways, one hospital room full of beeping and chirping machines, the occasional run to Chickfila for sustenance. Full of almost every emotion that is positive and jittery, my family vented the tense air through a continuous stream of our usual awkward and punny jokes.

The day was full of those vivid and quaint details, like realizing that my sister's nurse went to our high school, we played tennis together. Or wondering the age of those terrible fake flowers in the waiting room (late '90s?).

The window of our room faced west, where a storm front was advancing towards us. Just as little Emmett joined us, a gentle rain began. In the hour following, as my sister was finally able to feel a bit of calm, the sky seemed to reflect our feelings - joy, gratitude, wonder, excitement, relief, impatience for the nurses to bring our little one back!

As the designated photographer, I tried to get creative about taking family photos that no one could get upset about. Like using the window reflection so that we are all blurry.

This whole post must just seem like stalling. So I'll stop. And just proudly introduce little Emmett.

Even more perfect that we imagined.