I am absolutely over the moon to share Abby and Chandler’s first baby, Grayson Dean, 8 lbs 4 oz and 19 inches, made his appearance at a rather dramatic 11:59:59pm on October 17th.

 

 

Please do not worry: I have already told the children they did this all wrong. Everyone knows newborn babies are supposed to be a little wrinkly and homely, slightly discolored, perhaps a bit pinched– you know, kind of adorably funny looking and undeniably precious. It’s ok; they grow into their skin over time. They chub up and smooth out. It’s just the way of things. But Abby and Chandler didn’t get the memo, I guess. They made one that’s cute right outta the gate. Like, just as perfect as all babies, but also stunning. The weirdos. Just mucking around with tradition like they can do whatever they want. I mean, what are you gonna do? Too late now, I guess.

I will tell you soon about the birth itself. It was the gift of a lifetime to be with them in the hospital throughout Abby’s labor which was as full and profound and fraught as every miracle I’ve ever seen, and, to be honest, I’ve hardly begun to wrap my head around it except to sob in secret in my car and in the lobby a time or twelve. In the end, though–or in the beginning, which is perhaps more accurate–both mama and baby are healthy and happy and whole, and there’s really nothing else on Planet Earth this new grandma could wish for.

P.S. Grandma name coming soon! I’m dialing it in. Honing. We’re almost there. Stay tuned. For now, it doesn’t feel nearly as important as the rest. 💙💙💙