Someone very special just came into my life and I am over the moon about it.
Her name is Hazel and she’s 7 pounds 3 ounces. I performed her mom and dad’s wedding ceremony a year and a half ago and yesterday I was lucky enough to be in the room as we welcomed her into this beautiful, green Earth.
It’s funny, I can write ad infinitum about things like what I had for dinner or what the guy at CVS said to me. But as I contemplate writing a post about the day Hazel was born, I feel overwhelmed by the task of getting it right. What can be said about a moment so magical and precious? It was an honor beyond my power to articulate it.
Life is a series of days that blur together, punctuated by a few that dazzle magically. Yesterday was definitely of the latter variety. I’m still a little addled by sleep deprivation (Hazel began her emergence into the world, as babies so often do, late at night. I had to drive from midnight to 3:40 a.m. to get to where her parents live, in Boston, then back to New Jersey the next day after everyone was all settled. Many speeding laws were broken). So when I have emerged from my fog, I’ll take another stab at writing about the experience. Maybe. If I know how.
But, until then (and always), precious Hazel, may your life be filled with all things good and beautiful. We are so glad you’re here. The day you were born will remain one of the important days of my life forever.