My new cousin is 29.5 years younger than me

For those of you who keep up with my Facebook, you probably noticed (just a little) that I am completely in love with my new cousin who arrived this morning at 10:10. She's just so teeny tiny and every time I see a picture of her, I just want to squeeze her! Gah! I can practically smell her new baby smell.

I'm keeping this in mind as I attempt to "reduce the stress" in my life (they make it sound so easy, don't they?)
Positive. Vibes. Only.

Sometimes it's hard when I see birth announcements on Facebook but I gotta say -- seeing her sweet face today just made me burst with pride! Her parents waited a very long time to meet her and I am 100% certain they will say she was worth the wait. Just wait until I get my hands on her, oh, there will be pictures. LOTS of pictures.

I never thought I'd say this, but I'm so happy to be surrounded by new babies! It's just so joyous!

It makes my heart sing.

xo

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