Laura

We chose Laura for Little House. That's who our baby girl would have been. Obviously not Laura Ingalls exactly, but her hair would have eventually turned brown, and I would have put it up in little braids. Even though I dressed her up in little dresses, she would have run off to play in the mud and muck to climb trees. She would have been an adventurer. A brown-haired and beautiful, tomboyish adventurer. Full of charm and spunk and mostly love. That's why we chose the name Laura.

It's like that Ricky Valence song:
Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die.


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Last night we had a beautiful baby girl. Actually beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen a cute newborn before, but she somehow managed to be perfect. She had the same red hair that I had when I was born, with an adorable little Bill nose and a little pout that made me cry. She was 9 pounds and 12 ounces. We called her Laura. The umbilical cord had managed to wrap around her neck four times, and she is now keeping her grandpa company in heaven. I wish we'd had a chance to share her with all of you. I know she is loved by you though you never got to meet her. Lots of love to you as well.


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