The Eyes Have It

My Mommy (your Grandma) sent me my newborn picture taken one hour after I was born on September 26, 1977. Grandma told me that all the nurses and doctors thought my Daddy (your Grandpa) was of Asian descent because of the shape of my eyes. He isn't. Mommy wonders if this shape comes from our Welsh lines.

Looking at this picture, I can see how they may have thought that I had Asian genes. When I look at your newborn photo, I think you have similar eyes, but you definitely have your Daddy's mouth and chin. Daddy and I aren't sure whose nose you have. I suppose we'll find out as you get older.

Obviously, Mommy doesn't remember being a baby, and you won't either. But, know this: Daddy and I fretted over your every whimper, cry and grunt. We laughed at every funny face you made and all your silly sounds. We held you when you were upset. We fed you when you were hungry (a lot). We smiled when you slept well and worried when you didn't. We second-guessed every decision we made because we wanted to be sure we were doing what was best for our baby -- you.