The day the boy was born the wall fell down

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I saw my little new nephew on Sunday morning - I think he was about fifteen hours old at the time. Tiny piece of humanity, with a fuzz of reddish hair and his daddy's full upper lip. Calm baby too, considering the trouble he had being born (his head was bruised from the vacuum birth), content just to lie and be rocked. Guess at that point he was still exhausted. Because its the little things that seem to leave the biggest impression, my strongest image is him expertly finding his mouth with his thumb - he must have been doing it for months in utero...

... And then with joy
I looked beyond the wall and saw the view
David Campbell