25 September 2001

Last year: A nice mixture of sitting around doing nothing and going out and doing things.

This month's On Display topic is
Outward Appearances.

Emma Elisabeth Brandt 23 September 2001 (11:14 pm) 10 lb, 5.8 oz 22 inches

Emma missed sharing her father's birthday by less than an hour. Matt and I went over to the hospital last night to see her for the first time, and hold her, and hug her parents.

Babies are funny things. To all outward appearances, they're useless. Waving tiny fists and feet, half-focused eyes, sucking mouth, satin-soft skin, a fuzzy cap of hair, round cheeks and fat little legs... Undeniably cute, but there's so much more to them than what they looks like.

Emma was as big at birth as many babies at six weeks. She might grow up to be as big as Braz - or petite like Kris. She might be skinny or fat, cheerful or grumpy, plain or beautiful.

She might grow up to be President. Or a Supreme Court Justice. Or the founder and CEO of a billion-dollar technology empire.

She might be a doctor, or a computer programmer, or a teacher, or an astronaut, or a housewife, or an athlete, or a profession that hasn't been invented yet. She might collect stamps, or paint, or write novels, or cook, or garden.

Cuteness aside, outward appearances aside - what fascinates me about babies is their potential, the vast unknown stretching in front of them. Emma could be anything - anything at all.

I want to be around to see that happen.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

--Liz

Word of the Day:
enclave - a distinct territorial, cultural, or social unit enclosed within or as if within foreign territory
 
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