Happy Birthday to my son Peter. While we were reminiscing yesterday he asked, "How much did I weigh when I was born?" He knew it was a lot but didn't remember exactly. Peter was a solid ten pounds eleven ounces when he took his first few breaths forty-four years ago today. He was ready to come into the world, and the delivery was a decent one. In the nursery as friends and family were gathered around the window gawking at all the newborns during viewing time, some would point to my baby and say, "Look at that one!" Swaddled in the little blanket with only his head showing, he did look twice as big as any of the others. I was so proud to have given birth to the manliest - and most beautiful - baby in the nursery.
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