The moment the door pulled open, I could feel it all around me: peace. There were signs of it everywhere, from the smells of Lolly's chicken soup cooking in the kitchen to the soft smiles Ryan and Allison held every time they looked at their baby girl. Not to mention the almost-reverent silence that hung in the air, broken only by the soft pant of their golden retriever. Visiting a newborn is like visiting a tangible little miracle and the house was filled with the acknowledgement of that truth. Blythe was quite the miracle too.
Perfect head. Perfect eyes. Perfect mouth. Perfect nose. Perfect toes. Perfect (long!) fingers. Just perfect!
P.S. Isn't Lolly such a cute grandma name?!?
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