Here is Elizabeth Rose Larrison at ten days old.
I have long thought that the driving force behind the rise of civilization was the desire by parents to keep their children alive, and now that I have my own, my belief is reinforced. There is an awe-inspiring wellspring of love that a baby reveals in its parent. It's unlike anything I've ever felt, and although it's been the subject of countless works of art, it's not understandable until you feel it yourself.
It's scary how vulnerable love makes you. But I think it makes you powerful, too.
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