As I type, your life is increasing by the hour. It's not yet a day. And here you are, in this picture, behind the glass window, sleeping soundly at 5 hours old with nary a care.
You yawned your tiny yawn, and your proud dad said you had a really cute cry when you were born just this afternoon. All of us, in our excitement pressed our faces to get a better view of your button nose (her features) and deep eyes (his features).
I had the privilege of seeing you first. I probably am the 2nd person on this earth to take your picture, the first being your dad of course. The first thought, as your paternal grandmother and I looked together at you, was how tiny you are. How tiny you are, Sydney. You are a tiny 2.2kg miracle.
Today, thanks to your arrival a month earlier than expected, I become an aunt. I'll try to be the cool one, but I will be the one who'll teach you all about a man who came down to save us. Through Him, you'll learn why you're on this earth. You'll experience the joy of being here and growing here.
Now I just found out they can't name you Sydney because of Fengshui.but it's fine. You will have a beautiful name, to reflect your beautiful life ahead.
I can't wait to get to know you, Sydney.
Love,
Auntie Deanna
