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I am a man that knows how to string together a sentence; I base much of my self-worth on my ability to communicate ideas and feelings in compelling ways.  But I am without words on this one.

Abby and her mother. Abby owned me from the moment she opened her eyes to look at me.

My daughter, Abigail, was born on Tuesday night, 8 lbs 7 oz, bright and screaming and beautiful as the rising sun.  I watched her mother deliver her into the world.  I am deeply, profoundly changed for the experience in a way that I never thought could be possible.

At least I know that she got Dad's sense of humour...