Willow

Last night I was sitting on the couch watching a movie with my wife and my baby daughter, Willow.

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She is quite the little miracle. She is a temperate baby, smiling and chewing on her fingers. She will quietly go along with what we are doing for hours on end, without so much as a fuss. She never really gets worked up about anything-- when she does cry (rarely) we rush over because something must really be distressing her. She is now four months old. Can you believe that?

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She likes loud noises. There was a scene in our movie where a fire station alarm goes off and there were sirens. Her eyes got big and she let out a shriek of delight, squirming her baby body as if to try and get into the screen. She loves noise, music, alarms and will sleep through the loudest environment.

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She also likes to be held above my head (firmly supported) and rocked slowly as if she were flying. I sing the junior bird song to her and she smiles.

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I went out this morning for a walk, but returned quickly for the camera. I took a round of "beautiful stuff" pics. The trees are in bloom. It's like a coral reef of lime green and pale lavender, and on the surface of the ocean are clouds.

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Brightly colored flowers have been planted and bulbs are blooming.

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My life is so good it's scary. My kids are healthy and happy. I've got a good wife and a good job. I am ever so grateful from the bottom of my heart. I give the glory to God, who is kind and merciful. I accept from him both good and ill, at His wise will and pleasure.

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