Introducing the miracle delivered. My son Skyler Allen. Son. The permanence of that word literally stings my teeth as it echoes the new etching on my heart. As if it were always there.
He has changed everything, for he has given purpose to everything. Souls and cells weaved into one. And now my heart walks outside of me. Gratitude and awe are the fewest of affections.
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