This morning, my sister did fabulous work.
This is Matthew Jack. He weighed 6 lb. 9 oz., and he's perfect. His brother arrived quite early nearly four years ago, so we've all been holding our breath and sending positive energy to encourage him to delay his entrance until he was big. My sister said she kept saying, "If he'll just wait until May, everything will be fine. Just wait until May." He did. At 1:00 a.m. on May 1, she went into labor. I talked to him here and encouraged him to wait until mid-May, but 37 weeks was as long as he was prepared to wait, and that's long enough.
I've spent most of the day being stunned that this new person is here. My sister and brother-in-law made an entirely new person. I can't believe we don't spend all of our time as a species walking around in a daze that this sort of thing can happen. Miracles.
In other news, I finished another pair of socks. These are for a friend, but I kind of wish they were for me.
They're not anywhere close to as impressive as Matthew, but they're nice.