born at 6:23pm mountain time with eight pounds ten ounces screaming to start living.

and tonight, there is a little girl out there, a baby that fits perfectly in the palms of my brother's, her father's, caring hands.

a tiny care of nature born on the sum of four year's fractions.

dear olivia jameson,

there are trite troubles and immense sparks of light waiting for you.

i can only hope that simple things bring you to hold your head high one day. as you start filling your days with highs and lows, know that this world will not break you.

love,

your aunt lindsay (also known as aunt monster and ah-cuckoo)