So my joyous moment arrived at last! My incredibly handsome son was born on July seventh, at six thirty in the morning. He was seven pounds, seven ounces. It's funny, but I didn't really think I could experience the kind of joy, love, and protectiveness that I had when I first delivered Emma, a second time... but I did! My son is heart of my heart, and flesh of my flesh. The miracle of birth astounded me yet again. The faithfulness that he possesses astounded me again as well, as I leaned on him throughout Isaak's birth and delivery.
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