Wordsworth says it best:
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
Last Thursday, the dear one, her husband, and I were joined by a beloved baby girl. Trailing clouds of glory indeed.
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Congratulations! Best to all of you!
Congratulations! Thanks for sharing the fulness of your bliss.
Congratulations! That's fabulous!
My very best wishes to you . . . and here are some lines I've always loved from a poem by Galway Kinnell:
It is all over,
little one, the flipping
and overleaping, the watery
somersaulting alone in the oneness
under the hill, under
the old, lonely bellybutton
pushing forth again
in remembrance . . .
Wonderful news, and THE perfect poem for the happy event. Congratulations to all of you.
congratulations! Terrfic news. Wishing you all the best -- and a little sleep...
Patty
Lovely!
Welcome to the little one.
"For in my arms I hold
The flower of the Ages
And the First Love of the world."
Hopefully I got that right - a quote taken completely out of context from an Auden poem.
happy news indeed and I must say I'm impressed that you have the energy to put some blog posts up - or maybe that's all you have the energy for.
Anyway - glad to hear the beautiful news, Anne.
Hi Anne- congratulations! sorry to join in so late... hope all is well with the new baby.
I'm so very late with this, but heartfelt congratulations, Anne! What beauty and joy inhabit your home... :)
All the best to you and yours.
Latest of all - welcome to your glorious little trailer. Congratulations, all.
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