In the recently discovered files of pictures, I found this priceless triptych:
Elijah was between 5 and 7 days old, living in the NICU, and about to meet his sister:
Supergirl was only twenty months old at that time. Closer to one and a half, than to two. She had already endured a six week separation from her attachment parenting, hospital bound mother, so he was like the frosting - when he was born, maybe Mama could come home too!! She adored him from the beginning, and was gentle, gentle, very gentle with him:
These were precious days in the way that diamonds are precious - beautiful, but someone always dies for it.
Funny thing is, I've always loathed diamonds, while I've always loved babies.