I apologize for my complaints (that seem to land "chez Lucy" of late). No matter how prettily I put them, that is what they are. Who am I to complain about four miracles? Though I am perhaps overwhelmed with the scope of the task to which I wake each day, and though I feel four will round us out-- mostly for the sake of my state of mind (see, there I go complaining prettily), I can't imagine stopping these miracles from coming into my life. There is nothing like watching it happen. You can imagine, as a woman, what it must be to feel it happening inside of you.
After seeing the above photo, Seth said, "We should name the new baby Zackey."