At 2:30 in the afternoon on the last day of 2005, our daughter Elisha emerged into what had been a bit of a miserable day until that point. In what seemed like a big thumbs up from the world, the clouds broke into a lovely afternoon sky through the window of the room we’d been encamped in since the night before.
As anyone who knows me will agree, I’m not so big on babies. However, Elisha, at just under seven pounds, looked kind of cute from the moment I saw her. Actually, she looked kind of gross the moment I first saw her, but once she’d been cleaned up I thought she looked very cute indeed.