On January 20, 2001, I sat on the couch of my home, holding my 3 week old baby in my arms. I looked at her precious sleeping face...her little nose, her peaceful eyes, the mop of black hair on her head, her chubby baby cheeks.
And I wept.
My tears were not over her beauty, although her visage was completely captivating. On my television, in the
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