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Best Mother's Day EVER!

After I posted below I got a phone call from my sister telling me that our niece Heather was in labor. We went to church for sacrament and then I took Ally and Ash off to the hospital. (Lance had to teach a class so he couldn't go)

We weren't there very long and little Taylor Christine Hunsaker was born. If you look closely at this picture you can see my sister Julie.

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Julie was hovering like any good great aunt.

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Taylor Christine Hunsaker, weighing in at 6 lbs 9 oz a bit over 11 inches long. Tiny little girl with lots of dark hair and an adorable face. She was covered in the white stuff though, as she was a couple of weeks early.

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Mom and baby bonding.
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I've always loved this poem by William Wordsworth as it says so much of what I feel about our mortal birth here on earth.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:


Welcome to the world little Taylor.

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  1. Anonymous4:19 PM

    haveing lost two pregnancies on mother's day two years in a row, and then giving birth to a very healthy baby the third year, Congrats. Some spirits just can't wait to do their work here.

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  2. how sweet that it happened on mother's day. and how cute is julie with her hands to her heart as she looks at the baby.

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