A hymn of the radiant one who came last but sees all. I. The Quiet Arrival Last born beneath the weary stars, when the house had known its laughter and its lessons, she entered not to echo, but to rewrite the rhythm. The world thought her small a whisper among the roars of her brothers But even whispers can bend rivers, and she carried tides behind her tongue. II. The Mirror and the Flame She was the mirror of the elders reflecting their storms, their triumphs, their tempests

Warren and I are thrilled to share the news of our newest addition to the family - our beautiful baby boy has arrived! We are overjoyed...