The time went by on fleeting wings.
I captured some moments on camera, and the rest reside in my heart.
We celebrated and cuddled our precious Maylie. We ate and slept and marveled at the grace of it all. We smiled when the nurses all commented on her thick, dark hair, and laughed when they brought her in the from the nursery with her hair all styled and glamorous. I tried on a dozen different hair bows and found that most of them were still too big. And when we went home, I cried knowing that the hospital experience was coming to an end. It was just the beginning of the "baby pinks" and all of the accompanying happy, nostalgic tears.
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