Asher Silas

So I’m an aunt. I helped (in a wash the dishes, pack the snacks, feed the dad, rearrange the room, call the nurse, call the family, rearrange the room again, find the missing item, be the second voice of encouragement, write down the details, call the family again, hold the hands, take the dad’s spot while he went to the bathroom, call in the family, rearrange again, take the pictures, tell the family kind of way) to bring little Asher Silas into the world. Actually, when it came down to it, he was brought into the waiting presence of his father, his mother, his grandmother and his two aunts. And his parents are right, he is beautiful.

8 lbs, 12 ounces, 21.5 inches long of baby boy at 5:50 on May 18, 2009. I didn’t baby-snatch. Whether that was because of hospital security or true self-control on my part, I leave to your imagination. (Of course, I didn’t get Melly’s adrenaline rush when the baby actually was born, so I promptly wanted to go to bed.)

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4 thoughts on “Asher Silas

    1. Thanks Katie. I think it’s more of a testament to the closeness that my parents fostered in us as kids. I remember my mother telling me when I was furious at Melody for something that I should get used to her because someday she was going to be the person who I wanted to call whenever I had big news, when I got engaged or had a baby. That was one of the first things I thought when Melody called me at 7am on Sunday to tell me (before anyone else!) that she was in labor, and her husband got on the phone and told me that it didn’t matter what she said, they wanted me to come right away.
      And for all three of us girls to be there at that moment when Asher first cried was pretty much the most incredible moment of my life.

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