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7 pounds, 12.6 ounces of pure little boy perfection entered into this world in a hectic operating room crowded with medical professionals and maybe a couple of invisible, newly-assigned angels at around 4:00 pm. yesterday. Every square inch of the remaining space in the room was filled with the thick and anxious worry of my little brother, who I am proud to say cried tears of relief and proud papa joy when his first son made his entrance into this world.
I know babies are born every day, but I’m pretty convinced that this one is kind of special, not that I’m biased in any way. This makes me a proud aunt for the third time and I am pretty sure that I may steal him. The line between proud aunt and creeper kidnapper is thin, y’all.
Babies are such miracles.
Welcome to the world, Evan Wayne. Prepare to be spoiled.