Soren had a full head of blond hair. Ellie was delighted. He had a button nose and perfectly pouty rosebud lips, and his eyes were steely blue. He pinked up, his skin becoming red and blotchy, as freshly-born baby skin did.
He was wrapped in a muslin blanket, nestled in Ellie’s arms as she relaxed and recovered in her bed. She was beaming. She radiated pride and palpable joy. James sat to her right, his arm draped over her shoulders. Nina sat to her left, her head resting on Ellie’s shoulder as she peered down at her brand new nephew. I sat to Nina’s left, leaning against the headboard as I observed.
I watched as Soren opened his puffy eyes ever so slightly. He blinked once, and then his eyes closed again. He sighed about as heavily as I imagined a newborn baby could. It was a contented
