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Welcome, Baby Evan!

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Wednesday Sophie and I visited Rebecca, Chris and their new son, Evan. He was so chill—he just slept in my arms while Sophie seemed so active, so big, so (if this is possible) old. Evan is beautiful, and Rebecca and Chris seemed so happy—I’m so happy for them.

“A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.” —Carl Sandburg

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