Yesterday was the 20th birthday of my cousin K. She is my youngest cousin on my mother’s side and remains, to this day, the only baby I have held on the day it was born. Since it’s been 20 years since that day, when her mother had to assure me I wouldn’t break her, you would think that wouldn’t matter much anymore. But it remains one of the most powerful memories of my teenage years. I look at the amazing young woman she has become and a part of me still sees the tiny pink face wrapped in a blanket.

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