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Letter to a New Arrival

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Dear Aaron, I'M seated in an airplane headed home. I'm writing on a napkin and the back of a ticket folder. I'd like to stand up and shout - ``Hey! Aaron has arrived!'' But these people might not understand, unless they too have welcomed a grandchild onto the planet.

I won't see you again until summer, so I am carefully storing the sight, and sound, and feel, and sweet smell of you. The way you sigh, or frown and cry, the feel of your solid little body in my arms or on my shoulder, your pursed lips, your dark blue eyes, and your Buddha belly.

We met and parted in the airport, you and I, I cried when I first saw you, but today I smiled when we parted. Your mother wanted to disturb your slumber and lift you from the car seat to see me off inside the airport.

``We need to introduce him to all the wonderful things in this world,'' she said. ``We need to keep sharing the wonder with him.''

But you and I won the argument and sent you both scooting back home to Dad. Besides, you and I know there are some things you can never really share.

You have to live them yourself - when you're ready. What do you care now about a jet airliner? And the really special things, you have to experience in your soul.

For instance, once your mom was exactly what you are now... 10 pounds of wonder in my arms. But could I have told her what she'd feel today?

Well, I could have tried, of course, but it took you to make her live the miracle. Thank you for that.

The way your mother holds you, and looks at you, and sings to you, and naps with you on her chest (``He listens to my heartbeat'') ... and holds you, and looks at you, and loves you, and feeds you at her breast ... is something to behold. As old as the mountains, as new as the sunrise.


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